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 Moldova and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet 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?
Easy Going,
This Heat,
Eric Copeland,
Sound Behaviour,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Davy DMX,
Rosa Yemen,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rekid,
Carl Craig,
Sarah Menescal,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Shoche,
Roxette,
Bizarre Inc.,
X-101,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Selecter,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sun City Girls,
The Toasters,
Chris & Cosey,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Busters,
Michelle Simonal,
The Pretty Things,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
H. Thieme,
Gabor Szabo,
B.T. Express,
Dead Boys,
Porter Ricks,
Hardrive,
Tres Demented,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Alton Ellis,
T. Rex,
Brass Construction,
Organ,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Buckinghams,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Germs,
Grauzone,
Tom Boy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Searchers,
Skarface,
Nirvana,
John Lydon,
Deakin,
Ralphi Rosario,
R.M.O.,
Aural Exciters,
Smog,
K-Klass,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.