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 Senegal and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Barbara Tucker to the electroclash 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ 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 linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Bob Dylan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rapeman,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Five Americans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lindisfarne,
The Sonics,
Ornette Coleman,
Lou Christie,
ABBA,
Bootsy Collins,
Erasure,
Fluxion,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rhythm & Sound,
Q and Not U,
Second Layer,
Pere Ubu,
The J.B.'s,
Q65,
Vladislav Delay,
Leonard Cohen,
Davy DMX,
The Techniques,
Sonic Youth,
Anthony Braxton,
Agent Orange,
Rites of Spring,
Crash Course in Science,
Loose Ends,
Depeche Mode,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Glenn Branca,
In Retrospect,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Fire Engines,
Accadde A,
Mantronix,
Jeru the Damaja,
Qualms,
Colin Newman,
Marcia Griffiths,
Danielle Patucci,
Sly & The Family Stone,
JFA,
Angry Samoans,
Bill Wells,
Stiv Bators,
Average White Band,
Nirvana,
The Blackbyrds,
The Buckinghams,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Holt,
Barbara Tucker,
Can,
Derrick Morgan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Leaves,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.