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 San Marino and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Black Bananas,
Quando Quango,
Massinfluence,
Crispian St. Peters,
Erasure,
Yusef Lateef,
Hoover,
The Gap Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Gun Club,
The Beau Brummels,
X-101,
Eyeless In Gaza,
China Crisis,
Davy DMX,
Aaron Thompson,
The Gories,
the Sonics,
The American Breed,
Nick Fraelich,
The Human League,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Juan Atkins,
Iggy Pop,
Fear,
The Cure,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Make Up,
Amazonics,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Zero Boys,
Black Pus,
Scott Walker,
Soft Machine,
Bobby Sherman,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Divine Comedy,
Fluxion,
Lyres,
Andrew Hill,
the Germs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Roxy Music,
Tomorrow,
Nico,
Eric B and Rakim,
Spandau Ballet,
Clear Light,
Big Daddy Kane,
Swans,
Quantec,
ABC,
Gregory Isaacs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rotary Connection,
Audionom,
Alphaville,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.