Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Lesotho and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Fall to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Pet Shop Boys,
Von Mondo,
DJ Sneak,
Albert Ayler,
Skaos,
The Cowsills,
Gastr Del Sol,
Prince Buster,
Pierre Henry,
T. Rex,
Sonic Youth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sound Behaviour,
Bauhaus,
Todd Terry,
In Retrospect,
The Moody Blues,
Duran Duran,
The Fortunes,
Bush Tetras,
Roxy Music,
Josef K,
Alison Limerick,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Real Kids,
The Monks,
The Dirtbombs,
Audionom,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gabor Szabo,
Nas,
Dark Day,
kango's stein massive,
Stetsasonic,
Funkadelic,
Sam Rivers,
Loose Ends,
Blossom Toes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The American Breed,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sarah Menescal,
Dorothy Ashby,
Skriet,
June Days,
Circle Jerks,
Cheater Slicks,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
MC5,
Little Man,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Visage,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bill Wells,
The Grass Roots,
Buzzcocks,
UT,
Todd Rundgren,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.