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 Belize and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Minny Pops to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Sister Nancy,
Cecil Taylor,
Vladislav Delay,
Marine Girls,
Sound Behaviour,
The Monochrome Set,
Lucky Dragons,
Peter & Gordon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Q65,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Sound,
Jacob Miller,
Frankie Knuckles,
Black Pus,
Drexciya,
The Remains,
Severed Heads,
Deepchord,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Neon Judgement,
Theoretical Girls,
The Selecter,
Ken Boothe,
The Residents,
Bill Near,
Pierre Henry,
Marc Almond,
The Count Five,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eli Mardock,
Chris & Cosey,
8 Eyed Spy,
Skaos,
Delon & Dalcan,
Niagra,
Minor Threat,
Connie Case,
Talk Talk,
Kayak,
The Pop Group,
Terrestrial Tones,
Babytalk,
Deadbeat,
Amon Düül,
Public Enemy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Interpol,
Groovy Waters,
Whodini,
Judy Mowatt,
Sight & Sound,
K-Klass,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Skatalites,
Radiohead,
T.S.O.L.,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Warren Ellis,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.