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 Uruguay and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 David Bowie 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 Buzzcocks 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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu 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?
Nas,
Whodini,
Neil Young,
The Knickerbockers,
Bootsy Collins,
Joy Division,
Television Personalities,
Funky Four + One,
The Toasters,
Yusef Lateef,
Peter & Gordon,
Second Layer,
Joensuu 1685,
Harmonia,
Idris Muhammad,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Association,
Skriet,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sex Pistols,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Vladislav Delay,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Human League,
Outsiders,
Tubeway Army,
Sam Rivers,
Wolf Eyes,
The Young Rascals,
The Moody Blues,
Nick Fraelich,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Minutemen,
Average White Band,
Groovy Waters,
Desert Stars,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Prince Buster,
Alphaville,
Grauzone,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jeff Lynne,
Kayak,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Star Department,
Leonard Cohen,
Kurtis Blow,
The United States of America,
Amazonics,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jacob Miller,
Crispian St. Peters,
Arthur Verocai,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Gories,
The Blackbyrds,
Joe Smooth,
Carl Craig,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.