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 Singapore and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Shanghai.
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 guitar 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 Archie Shepp to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Camouflage,
Junior Murvin,
the Slits,
Sällskapet,
Echospace,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lou Reed,
Organ,
Michelle Simonal,
Bobby Sherman,
Chris & Cosey,
the Swans,
Sugar Minott,
Darondo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jesper Dahlback,
Faust,
Sound Behaviour,
Quadrant,
Nick Fraelich,
Johnny Clarke,
New York Dolls,
Bluetip,
Jimmy McGriff,
Aloha Tigers,
R.M.O.,
The Searchers,
the Bar-Kays,
John Foxx,
Radiopuhelimet,
Arthur Verocai,
T.S.O.L.,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Real Kids,
John Cale,
Loose Ends,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Stooges,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
A Certain Ratio,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tres Demented,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Index,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
John Lydon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dorothy Ashby,
Inner City,
Cecil Taylor,
Dual Sessions,
Guru Guru,
Marine Girls,
Reuben Wilson,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Sonics,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.