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 Romania and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The American Breed to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
Infiniti,
Mr. Review,
The Velvet Underground,
Television Personalities,
Brick,
Pantaleimon,
Sun Ra,
Rapeman,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bill Wells,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Spoonie Gee,
Eric Dolphy,
The Fugs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Todd Terry,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Moss Icon,
Essential Logic,
Von Mondo,
The Searchers,
Groovy Waters,
Black Sheep,
The Modern Lovers,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Detroit Cobras,
Masters at Work,
Supertramp,
Dark Day,
Graham Central Station,
Mandrill,
The Flesh Eaters,
Soul Sonic Force,
Underground Resistance,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Moon,
Andrew Hill,
Moebius,
CMW,
Mantronix,
The Birthday Party,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Babytalk,
Pole,
Idris Muhammad,
Vainqueur,
Arab on Radar,
Bill Near,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Josef K,
Scion,
Joey Negro,
Sound Behaviour,
The American Breed,
The J.B.'s,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Cramps,
Television,
The Fire Engines,
Godley & Creme,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.