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 East Timor and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Moebius to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron 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 marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Blancmange,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eve St. Jones,
The Monochrome Set,
Lou Christie,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tubeway Army,
Dead Boys,
Parry Music,
Fela Kuti,
The Walker Brothers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Robert Hood,
Scott Walker,
T. Rex,
Lalann,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Real Kids,
Angry Samoans,
Joyce Sims,
Procol Harum,
K-Klass,
The Seeds,
The Move,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Tremeloes,
Skaos,
Young Marble Giants,
X-102,
FM Einheit,
Scientists,
DJ Sneak,
The Pretty Things,
Boredoms,
Porter Ricks,
Soulsonic Force,
The Busters,
Marvin Gaye,
Guru Guru,
The Stooges,
Average White Band,
Black Bananas,
Man Eating Sloth,
Magazine,
Mark Hollis,
Buzzcocks,
Neil Young,
The Grass Roots,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Maleditus Sound,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rotary Connection,
The Gap Band,
Scratch Acid,
Sex Pistols,
The Cure,
U.S. Maple,
James White and The Blacks,
Lightning Bolt,
John Holt,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.