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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Index 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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Moby Grape,
New Order,
Gil Scott Heron,
kango's stein massive,
Barbara Tucker,
Excepter,
Monolake,
Boogie Down Productions,
Alice Coltrane,
Radio Birdman,
Cecil Taylor,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rhythm & Sound,
Crime,
Skaos,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nils Olav,
Amazonics,
Franke,
Skarface,
Neu!,
Ponytail,
Hardrive,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Slits,
Soft Cell,
Depeche Mode,
Stetsasonic,
Sixth Finger,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Second Layer,
Ossler,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Alison Limerick,
Wolf Eyes,
FM Einheit,
Amon Düül II,
The Flesh Eaters,
Flash Fearless,
Deadbeat,
Sonic Youth,
Black Flag,
Girls At Our Best!,
Unwound,
Ronnie Foster,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Yusef Lateef,
The Fugs,
Suicide,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Chrome,
June of 44,
Nirvana,
China Crisis,
Visage,
Bad Manners,
Leonard Cohen,
London Community Gospel Choir,
ABBA,
Donald Byrd,
Robert Hood,
Procol Harum,
Gong,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.