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 Jamaica and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Modern Lovers to the grime 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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord 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 harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Organ,
Monolake,
Archie Shepp,
Bill Wells,
Sparks,
H. Thieme,
Audionom,
Alice Coltrane,
Drexciya,
The Zeros,
X-102,
Deadbeat,
Ludus,
The Pretty Things,
Saccharine Trust,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Television Personalities,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
PIL,
Unrelated Segments,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Index,
Zero Boys,
The Mummies,
La Düsseldorf,
Soul II Soul,
Bluetip,
Alison Limerick,
Trumans Water,
Matthew Bourne,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Fortunes,
Intrusion,
Darondo,
MC5,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bill Near,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fad Gadget,
Brothers Johnson,
Brick,
Au Pairs,
Stereo Dub,
Youth Brigade,
Gong,
The Searchers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Average White Band,
Easy Going,
Amazonics,
Gichy Dan,
Yusef Lateef,
The Smoke,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Skriet,
The Shadows of Knight,
Yazoo,
Freddie Wadling,
UT,
The Count Five,
Funkadelic,
Peter and Kerry,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.