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 Maldives and from Halifax.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord 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 One Last Wish to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Godley & Creme,
Ronan,
One Last Wish,
Bobby Sherman,
Jeff Mills,
Nirvana,
Neu!,
Man Eating Sloth,
The American Breed,
Tomorrow,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jeff Lynne,
Pussy Galore,
Essential Logic,
Kurtis Blow,
Audionom,
K-Klass,
The Move,
Maleditus Sound,
Colin Newman,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fat Boys,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Stooges,
Harmonia,
The New Christs,
Symarip,
Public Enemy,
The Slits,
Prince Buster,
The Mummies,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Red Krayola,
June of 44,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Panda Bear,
Yaz,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Monks,
Nils Olav,
Smog,
Quando Quango,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Yellowson,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Young Rascals,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ken Boothe,
Banda Bassotti,
Pere Ubu,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
X-101,
Skriet,
The Tremeloes,
Altered Images,
Agent Orange,
AZ,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.