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 Libya and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Ohio Players to the punk 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
Hot Snakes,
Tomorrow,
Fugazi,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Prince Buster,
Rufus Thomas,
The Index,
Barry Ungar,
Soulsonic Force,
PIL,
Interpol,
Marc Almond,
Albert Ayler,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Brothers Johnson,
The Young Rascals,
Unrelated Segments,
Agent Orange,
Echospace,
Duran Duran,
Mark Hollis,
Stiv Bators,
Excepter,
Blake Baxter,
Main Source,
Rekid,
Carl Craig,
John Foxx,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Maurizio,
Sly & The Family Stone,
UT,
Jacob Miller,
Intrusion,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cheater Slicks,
Pole,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Leaves,
Can,
Bush Tetras,
The Fall,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Loose Ends,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Soul II Soul,
Scan 7,
The Fugs,
The Skatalites,
Oneida,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Gories,
The Last Poets,
Pet Shop Boys,
X-Ray Spex,
Basic Channel,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Monks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.