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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Skarface to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
James White and The Blacks,
Agitation Free,
Saccharine Trust,
Sex Pistols,
Ken Boothe,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Mummies,
This Heat,
Nik Kershaw,
X-Ray Spex,
U.S. Maple,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eurythmics,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sister Nancy,
Ronnie Foster,
Minny Pops,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Chris Corsano,
Derrick May,
Zero Boys,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lalann,
the Fania All-Stars,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bang On A Can,
Andrew Hill,
Audionom,
Man Parrish,
Youth Brigade,
Mr. Review,
Alphaville,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Liliput,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Germs,
Crooked Eye,
Wolf Eyes,
Circle Jerks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
F. McDonald,
Wasted Youth,
Pagans,
Toni Rubio,
The Young Rascals,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Arab on Radar,
The Cramps,
Bobby Byrd,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.