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 Ethiopia and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Tom Boy 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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a clarinet and a güiro 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 synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Byron Stingily,
Flipper,
Television Personalities,
Quantec,
Rekid,
Tubeway Army,
Hardrive,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Young Marble Giants,
The Star Department,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kerri Chandler,
Marshall Jefferson,
Unrelated Segments,
Crooked Eye,
The Trojans,
The Zeros,
Oneida,
Iggy Pop,
The Selecter,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sam Rivers,
The Five Americans,
Ultra Naté,
These Immortal Souls,
Marc Almond,
Los Fastidios,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Monks,
The Gap Band,
Prince Buster,
Swell Maps,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mr. Review,
The Names,
Graham Central Station,
The Busters,
Tommy Roe,
Frankie Knuckles,
Robert Görl,
Erykah Badu,
Arthur Verocai,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eric Dolphy,
Camouflage,
Sight & Sound,
Barbara Tucker,
Index,
Faraquet,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Pop Group,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kaleidoscope,
Ken Boothe,
Simply Red,
Moby Grape,
Boredoms,
Brothers Johnson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tears for Fears,
Angry Samoans,
Half Japanese,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.