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 Morocco and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 clarinet 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 The Fugs to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 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 clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Lalo Schifrin,
Unwound,
The Dave Clark Five,
Magma,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
DJ Style,
Underground Resistance,
10cc,
Arthur Verocai,
The Velvet Underground,
the Sonics,
Quantec,
Soul Sonic Force,
Main Source,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tomorrow,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Aaron Thompson,
Dave Gahan,
The Beau Brummels,
Marc Almond,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Iggy Pop,
Kool Moe Dee,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pierre Henry,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Grauzone,
Vainqueur,
Urselle,
Danielle Patucci,
the Human League,
Ronnie Foster,
New Order,
Swell Maps,
Q and Not U,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Busters,
Faraquet,
the Swans,
Monks,
Skaos,
Bobby Byrd,
It's A Beautiful Day,
DJ Sneak,
June of 44,
Jacques Brel,
The Golliwogs,
Lyres,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Joy Division,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Amazonics,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Niagra,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.