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 Ethiopia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Little Man to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits 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 a snare 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 organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Tears for Fears,
ABC,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Saints,
One Last Wish,
The Mighty Diamonds,
MDC,
A Certain Ratio,
The Blackbyrds,
Sight & Sound,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Beau Brummels,
Archie Shepp,
Neu!,
Whodini,
Johnny Clarke,
Jawbox,
the Bar-Kays,
Quadrant,
Visage,
Michelle Simonal,
Loose Ends,
Deepchord,
Adolescents,
Throbbing Gristle,
Funky Four + One,
Unrelated Segments,
Gong,
Sonic Youth,
John Lydon,
Davy DMX,
Yaz,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gichy Dan,
The American Breed,
The Martian,
The Vogues,
The Young Rascals,
Cal Tjader,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Zero Boys,
The Knickerbockers,
T. Rex,
Sun Ra,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kenny Larkin,
X-102,
The Doors,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ten City,
Bizarre Inc.,
Stetsasonic,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Interpol,
Brand Nubian,
Peter and Kerry,
DJ Sneak,
Scion,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.