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 Algeria and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Seoul.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Aloha Tigers to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a linndrum 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 organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Throbbing Gristle,
These Immortal Souls,
Sparks,
Mark Hollis,
Aaron Thompson,
Black Bananas,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rekid,
Cameo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pole,
David Bowie,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joe Finger,
Barry Ungar,
Lucky Dragons,
Bizarre Inc.,
Absolute Body Control,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Harry Pussy,
X-101,
The Dead C,
Roxette,
The Offenders,
Moby Grape,
Alphaville,
Yazoo,
Gang Gang Dance,
John Holt,
Public Enemy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Theoretical Girls,
Ultravox,
Yellowson,
B.T. Express,
Mad Mike,
Roxy Music,
Moss Icon,
Danielle Patucci,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Slits,
Motorama,
Slick Rick,
The Red Krayola,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Remains,
Thee Headcoats,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Cramps,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Five Americans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lalann,
Ice-T,
Sällskapet,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Hardrive,
The Shadows of Knight,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.