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 Suriname and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Skatalites to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Selecter,
The Modern Lovers,
Q and Not U,
Godley & Creme,
Sonic Youth,
Swell Maps,
Black Bananas,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Stooges,
Vladislav Delay,
The Young Rascals,
the Association,
The Divine Comedy,
World's Most,
Eddi Front,
Ituana,
Mark Hollis,
Flipper,
T.S.O.L.,
The Gap Band,
Dead Boys,
John Holt,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Roxette,
Country Teasers,
Connie Case,
Jeff Mills,
Jacques Brel,
Jandek,
Yusef Lateef,
Camouflage,
The Leaves,
The Flesh Eaters,
Amon Düül II,
Fear,
The Saints,
Nas,
Roger Hodgson,
The Residents,
Average White Band,
Soft Cell,
Mary Jane Girls,
Duran Duran,
Make Up,
Bill Near,
Parry Music,
Todd Rundgren,
Grandmaster Flash,
Monks,
Stiv Bators,
Jeru the Damaja,
Robert Wyatt,
Maurizio,
Agent Orange,
Moebius,
Wally Richardson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Gun Club,
The Human League,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.