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 Cambodia and from Houston.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Holger Czukay 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 Eric Dolphy to the grime 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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
The Saints,
Los Fastidios,
Absolute Body Control,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Golliwogs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Arcadia,
The Electric Prunes,
ABC,
DJ Style,
The Offenders,
Subhumans,
Gang Starr,
Ken Boothe,
the Sonics,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Maleditus Sound,
Black Moon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Darondo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mandrill,
Black Bananas,
Neil Young,
Lightning Bolt,
The Blackbyrds,
Bizarre Inc.,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mars,
Liliput,
Babytalk,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Monolake,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Camouflage,
Nico,
The Zeros,
Mark Hollis,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joyce Sims,
Mr. Review,
Sight & Sound,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jeff Lynne,
Essential Logic,
Sexual Harrassment,
Vainqueur,
The Dave Clark Five,
Barclay James Harvest,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fad Gadget,
The Tremeloes,
Eli Mardock,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.