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 Grenada and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ 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 E-Dancer to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar 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 guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Marc Almond,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Wire,
Lightning Bolt,
Drexciya,
The Busters,
EPMD,
Clear Light,
Minny Pops,
Ronnie Foster,
Mo-Dettes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Mojo Men,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Liliput,
Josef K,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Traffic Nightmare,
David McCallum,
The Moody Blues,
The Shadows of Knight,
Drive Like Jehu,
Todd Rundgren,
The Monochrome Set,
Yusef Lateef,
Popol Vuh,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Gladiators,
Marmalade,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
KRS-One,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bobby Womack,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rosa Yemen,
Animal Collective,
Neil Young,
Groovy Waters,
The Human League,
Hasil Adkins,
Jeff Lynne,
Quadrant,
The Cowsills,
X-Ray Spex,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Easy Going,
These Immortal Souls,
Lucky Dragons,
The Mummies,
Aloha Tigers,
This Heat,
Cluster,
Donny Hathaway,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Circle Jerks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Urselle,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.