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 Seychelles and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Eddi Front to the funk 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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
Lyres,
Brass Construction,
Danielle Patucci,
Infiniti,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
F. McDonald,
David Bowie,
Eurythmics,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lower 48,
Hoover,
Eve St. Jones,
The Walker Brothers,
Bronski Beat,
Goldenarms,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lee Hazlewood,
Subhumans,
Althea and Donna,
Public Image Ltd.,
Janne Schatter,
Scott Walker,
Joy Division,
Theoretical Girls,
Radiohead,
Pantytec,
Iggy Pop,
Bill Near,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ponytail,
The Move,
Wally Richardson,
Swell Maps,
Stetsasonic,
Banda Bassotti,
10cc,
Khruangbin,
The Gladiators,
EPMD,
Bobby Womack,
Mandrill,
Kas Product,
The Zeros,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cameo,
Fela Kuti,
Mission of Burma,
Chris Corsano,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Blackbyrds,
Yellowson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Alton Ellis,
Deepchord,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Black Dice,
ABBA,
The Durutti Column,
the Normal,
The Sound,
The Music Machine,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.