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 Palau and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Philadelphia.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the snare 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the funk 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator 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 chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bronski Beat,
Visage,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Beau Brummels,
Idris Muhammad,
Sparks,
Cameo,
Flipper,
Underground Resistance,
Scott Walker,
The Misunderstood,
Neil Young,
Talk Talk,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sight & Sound,
Eve St. Jones,
Cheater Slicks,
The Offenders,
Yellowson,
David Bowie,
Marmalade,
JFA,
Man Eating Sloth,
Siglo XX,
The Divine Comedy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sarah Menescal,
EPMD,
R.M.O.,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bauhaus,
Lindisfarne,
Goldenarms,
Mission of Burma,
Angry Samoans,
Radio Birdman,
Yaz,
Agent Orange,
Lyres,
Saccharine Trust,
Janne Schatter,
Banda Bassotti,
Stockholm Monsters,
E-Dancer,
Pagans,
Alison Limerick,
Sonic Youth,
Newcleus,
Johnny Clarke,
Smog,
Inner City,
cv313,
Johnny Osbourne,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
CMW,
Aloha Tigers,
F. McDonald,
Kas Product,
The Last Poets,
Crooked Eye,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.