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 Andorra and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jacques Brel to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin 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 organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Bush Tetras,
Bobby Sherman,
Fugazi,
Essential Logic,
The Five Americans,
Youth Brigade,
the Sonics,
L. Decosne,
Lalo Schifrin,
Erykah Badu,
Reuben Wilson,
The Busters,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rotary Connection,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dual Sessions,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Anthony Braxton,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nils Olav,
Royal Trux,
The Sisters of Mercy,
World's Most,
The Move,
Nico,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Man Parrish,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Angry Samoans,
The Index,
Pet Shop Boys,
Moby Grape,
New York Dolls,
Q65,
Qualms,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sex Pistols,
Infiniti,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Juan Atkins,
Faraquet,
Mr. Review,
Q and Not U,
Derrick May,
Sun Ra,
Zero Boys,
Kerri Chandler,
KRS-One,
The Kinks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Arcadia,
Robert Görl,
Roy Ayers,
Sarah Menescal,
CMW,
The Mojo Men,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mars,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.