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 Slovenia and from New York.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer 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 World's Most to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Avey Tare,
John Foxx,
Arthur Verocai,
The Martian,
Alton Ellis,
Anthony Braxton,
Warsaw,
Duran Duran,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kas Product,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nick Fraelich,
The Gladiators,
Rekid,
Dennis Brown,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Camouflage,
Danielle Patucci,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
R.M.O.,
The Mojo Men,
Brass Construction,
A Certain Ratio,
Jawbox,
Quadrant,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Model 500,
Neu!,
Marcia Griffiths,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mo-Dettes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Alphaville,
The Evens,
Intrusion,
Minnie Riperton,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sonny Sharrock,
Chrome,
The Wake,
Yazoo,
Graham Central Station,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ludus,
Gil Scott Heron,
Matthew Bourne,
Matthew Halsall,
The Fall,
Eve St. Jones,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Searchers,
Tears for Fears,
Toni Rubio,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.