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 Papua New Guinea and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Grey Daturas to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a rhodes 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 snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Half Japanese,
Aaron Thompson,
Ornette Coleman,
Black Sheep,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Arab on Radar,
Aloha Tigers,
Mission of Burma,
Panda Bear,
Anthony Braxton,
Minutemen,
The Cowsills,
Tubeway Army,
Metal Thangz,
The New Christs,
Technova,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Graham Central Station,
Scrapy,
Masters at Work,
Arcadia,
The Modern Lovers,
Magma,
KRS-One,
Soul II Soul,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Delta 5,
Jeff Lynne,
Toni Rubio,
Mantronix,
Sex Pistols,
Eden Ahbez,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Black Moon,
Radiohead,
Blake Baxter,
Chrome,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Black Dice,
The Beau Brummels,
Stetsasonic,
Bush Tetras,
Rosa Yemen,
Interpol,
Audionom,
Magazine,
Godley & Creme,
The Pop Group,
Black Bananas,
Kerrie Biddell,
UT,
Average White Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
PIL,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Michelle Simonal,
In Retrospect,
Juan Atkins,
Agitation Free,
Essential Logic,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.