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 Saudi Arabia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Charles Mingus to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Peter & Gordon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Subhumans,
The Young Rascals,
Pantaleimon,
The Kinks,
Echospace,
The Gladiators,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kool Moe Dee,
Public Image Ltd.,
Hashim,
Derrick May,
Severed Heads,
The Moody Blues,
Shoche,
Excepter,
Peter and Kerry,
One Last Wish,
FM Einheit,
EPMD,
Altered Images,
Soulsonic Force,
Archie Shepp,
Crash Course in Science,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lebanon Hanover,
Isaac Hayes,
ABBA,
Young Marble Giants,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Shuggie Otis,
This Heat,
Wire,
The Beau Brummels,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sandy B,
Tropical Tobacco,
Barrington Levy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Television Personalities,
Guru Guru,
Section 25,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sight & Sound,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Connie Case,
Boredoms,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ultra Naté,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eddi Front,
Chris Corsano,
The Divine Comedy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Anthony Braxton,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Supertramp,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.