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 Spain and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Main Source to the rock 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
The Cowsills,
Dead Boys,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Young Rascals,
Negative Approach,
Kerri Chandler,
Second Layer,
Flamin' Groovies,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mission of Burma,
Whodini,
Avey Tare,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Stooges,
Tommy Roe,
Bill Wells,
Moss Icon,
Hot Snakes,
Flipper,
Steve Hackett,
The Kinks,
T.S.O.L.,
Fatback Band,
The Real Kids,
Joensuu 1685,
Zero Boys,
The Monochrome Set,
Babytalk,
MC5,
Wally Richardson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Symarip,
PIL,
The Victims,
Erasure,
Spoonie Gee,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Amon Düül II,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Pretty Things,
The Mojo Men,
Bob Dylan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cecil Taylor,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lalo Schifrin,
Zapp,
Donny Hathaway,
Yaz,
Crash Course in Science,
10cc,
Ice-T,
The Slackers,
E-Dancer,
X-Ray Spex,
The Star Department,
The United States of America,
Supertramp,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.