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 Hungary and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lagos.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Warsaw to the dance 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Dead Boys,
The Neon Judgement,
Robert Hood,
Tom Boy,
Wolf Eyes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sparks,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Evens,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jeff Lynne,
Grandmaster Flash,
Q65,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rapeman,
Yazoo,
The Fuzztones,
Kevin Saunderson,
Max Romeo,
Roger Hodgson,
Skaos,
Lower 48,
Eve St. Jones,
The Detroit Cobras,
These Immortal Souls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sällskapet,
Don Cherry,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nirvana,
Oblivians,
The Associates,
Faust,
Marine Girls,
Mantronix,
Matthew Bourne,
Severed Heads,
Index,
Maurizio,
Janne Schatter,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
T.S.O.L.,
Dorothy Ashby,
Stereo Dub,
Anthony Braxton,
Lou Christie,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Neu!,
Make Up,
Roxy Music,
Deakin,
Hashim,
Ken Boothe,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Aswad,
The Martian,
Archie Shepp,
Nation of Ulysses,
David Bowie,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.