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 Indonesia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Groovy Waters to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane 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 an organ and a sitar 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 synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Slits,
Mars,
Lyres,
Darondo,
The American Breed,
Spoonie Gee,
Marine Girls,
The Fuzztones,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Echospace,
Fluxion,
The Zeros,
Surgeon,
Model 500,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Bar-Kays,
Dark Day,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scan 7,
Susan Cadogan,
Moby Grape,
Bill Wells,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kas Product,
Public Image Ltd.,
Morten Harket,
Arab on Radar,
The Five Americans,
The Cowsills,
The Flesh Eaters,
Junior Murvin,
Clear Light,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Brass Construction,
The Mojo Men,
Johnny Osbourne,
LL Cool J,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Grauzone,
Popol Vuh,
Jacques Brel,
The Velvet Underground,
Alton Ellis,
Sex Pistols,
the Human League,
Magma,
Soulsonic Force,
Terry Callier,
Gang Gang Dance,
Thee Headcoats,
Pylon,
X-102,
Procol Harum,
Tomorrow,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.