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 Colombia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tehran.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
The Detroit Cobras,
Todd Rundgren,
EPMD,
Tomorrow,
The Moleskins,
Mission of Burma,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Seeds,
Lou Reed,
Grey Daturas,
Altered Images,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Walker Brothers,
Country Teasers,
The Raincoats,
FM Einheit,
Todd Terry,
Cybotron,
John Cale,
Sun Ra,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Television,
The Gap Band,
Dark Day,
Derrick Morgan,
T. Rex,
Kool Moe Dee,
Skarface,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ultra Naté,
KRS-One,
kango's stein massive,
Ornette Coleman,
Dorothy Ashby,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Massinfluence,
Moby Grape,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Procol Harum,
The Standells,
X-102,
Popol Vuh,
The Misunderstood,
Whodini,
Desert Stars,
Vladislav Delay,
Smog,
Fluxion,
Spandau Ballet,
DJ Style,
Scion,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cal Tjader,
The Cowsills,
Michelle Simonal,
Jawbox,
Royal Trux,
Surgeon,
Eurythmics,
Camberwell Now,
Gichy Dan,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.