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 Chad and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Joe Finger to the techno 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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes 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 sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Bang On A Can,
Cal Tjader,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Joey Negro,
the Normal,
Gerry Rafferty,
Yaz,
Ohio Players,
10cc,
Shoche,
Fat Boys,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Saints,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Outsiders,
Bob Dylan,
The Doors,
John Foxx,
Ituana,
Carl Craig,
Vainqueur,
The Fugs,
Echospace,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kurtis Blow,
Pussy Galore,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Massinfluence,
Malaria!,
Panda Bear,
Eli Mardock,
Duran Duran,
Ludus,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Derrick Morgan,
Toni Rubio,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Audionom,
Theoretical Girls,
Steve Hackett,
Livin' Joy,
AZ,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Germs,
Basic Channel,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rites of Spring,
Mantronix,
Vladislav Delay,
Stetsasonic,
Marc Almond,
Delta 5,
Gichy Dan,
Schoolly D,
David Bowie,
Public Enemy,
Junior Murvin,
The Skatalites,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.