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 Greece and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar 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 8 Eyed Spy to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
Lucky Dragons,
Archie Shepp,
DJ Style,
Sandy B,
Pole,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Remains,
Reuben Wilson,
Khruangbin,
B.T. Express,
Black Bananas,
Godley & Creme,
The Last Poets,
Mark Hollis,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rekid,
Newcleus,
Aswad,
Barrington Levy,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Monks,
Man Eating Sloth,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Amon Düül II,
FM Einheit,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
ABC,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Black Flag,
Buzzcocks,
Lightning Bolt,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Reagan Youth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bill Wells,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joyce Sims,
The Trojans,
JFA,
Von Mondo,
Kool Moe Dee,
AZ,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cameo,
The Pretty Things,
James White and The Blacks,
Slick Rick,
Fugazi,
The Music Machine,
Iggy Pop,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lou Reed,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Dirtbombs,
Pere Ubu,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bad Manners,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.