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 Vietnam and from London.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Salvador.
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 synthesizer 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 Mary Jane Girls to the jazz 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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
The Remains,
Drexciya,
Judy Mowatt,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Quando Quango,
Sixth Finger,
Gang Green,
Babytalk,
Oblivians,
The Moleskins,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Grass Roots,
D'Angelo,
Marvin Gaye,
Monolake,
Fugazi,
Adolescents,
Banda Bassotti,
Bobby Womack,
The Move,
R.M.O.,
Marshall Jefferson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Symarip,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Man Parrish,
Negative Approach,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eddi Front,
MC5,
Slick Rick,
E-Dancer,
Lalann,
Infiniti,
The Vogues,
Underground Resistance,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Los Fastidios,
The Knickerbockers,
The Walker Brothers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Johnny Osbourne,
Funkadelic,
Pantaleimon,
Ten City,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dave Gahan,
Flash Fearless,
Absolute Body Control,
Brothers Johnson,
The Seeds,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
David Axelrod,
Darondo,
Clear Light,
Joe Smooth,
Deadbeat,
The Golliwogs,
Soft Cell,
Susan Cadogan,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.