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 Peru and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Eddi Front to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ 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 arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Harmonia,
Unwound,
Soulsonic Force,
The Last Poets,
David Axelrod,
Circle Jerks,
Cymande,
Dark Day,
The Saints,
The Slackers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ornette Coleman,
Amon Düül II,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
R.M.O.,
Suburban Knight,
Nas,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fatback Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Prince Buster,
Buzzcocks,
Rekid,
The Golliwogs,
Smog,
The Monks,
Barry Ungar,
FM Einheit,
DJ Sneak,
Dorothy Ashby,
Suicide,
Sun Ra,
Urselle,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Vogues,
Von Mondo,
Connie Case,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kas Product,
Stiv Bators,
The Birthday Party,
Shoche,
cv313,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Robert Hood,
The Martian,
Rod Modell,
Supertramp,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dual Sessions,
Los Fastidios,
Eden Ahbez,
Index,
The Count Five,
ABBA,
Laurel Aitken,
Alison Limerick,
The Flesh Eaters,
The J.B.'s,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.