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 Nepal and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Stockholm.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Buzzcocks to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a linndrum 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 arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
The Moleskins,
T.S.O.L.,
The Cure,
Funkadelic,
The Knickerbockers,
Hot Snakes,
The Wake,
D'Angelo,
FM Einheit,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
David Bowie,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kaleidoscope,
Suburban Knight,
Lower 48,
L. Decosne,
Cluster,
Sun Ra,
Index,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Robert Wyatt,
Patti Smith,
Black Sheep,
The Young Rascals,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mary Jane Girls,
Todd Rundgren,
Gichy Dan,
Aural Exciters,
Amazonics,
The Victims,
Quando Quango,
Groovy Waters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lyres,
Silicon Teens,
Tom Boy,
Stereo Dub,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sugar Minott,
Make Up,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tres Demented,
Pet Shop Boys,
Minny Pops,
Scientists,
Bush Tetras,
Wings,
Pierre Henry,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Peter and Kerry,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Main Source,
The Blackbyrds,
Khruangbin,
Ornette Coleman,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.