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 Turkey and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Scion to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba 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 marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Livin' Joy,
Howard Jones,
The Moody Blues,
Joyce Sims,
The Flesh Eaters,
Half Japanese,
Charles Mingus,
Grauzone,
The Blues Magoos,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Velvet Underground,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mr. Review,
Tomorrow,
Bluetip,
Gregory Isaacs,
Urselle,
Magma,
The Toasters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
PIL,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mantronix,
Scrapy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jawbox,
Boz Scaggs,
Pagans,
Michelle Simonal,
Lakeside,
John Cale,
The Beau Brummels,
Maleditus Sound,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Connie Case,
Pantytec,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dennis Brown,
The Names,
T. Rex,
The Angels of Light,
The Fortunes,
Organ,
Porter Ricks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Agitation Free,
the Association,
Jacob Miller,
Robert Wyatt,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Chris & Cosey,
Magazine,
Oblivians,
Freddie Wadling,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kas Product,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sandy B,
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.