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 Congo and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb 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 Radiohead to the rap 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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Niagra,
Ossler,
The Alarm Clocks,
Quantec,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cheater Slicks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jerry's Kids,
Sun Ra,
Scratch Acid,
Neu!,
ABC,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fatback Band,
Parry Music,
John Foxx,
Shuggie Otis,
Chris Corsano,
Laurel Aitken,
Alice Coltrane,
Index,
a-ha,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eric Copeland,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sugar Minott,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cecil Taylor,
Kurtis Blow,
Bluetip,
OOIOO,
Faust,
Aloha Tigers,
Spoonie Gee,
New Age Steppers,
The Moody Blues,
The Buckinghams,
Scan 7,
The Dead C,
Hoover,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Drexciya,
Scientists,
The Black Dice,
Matthew Bourne,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marmalade,
Crooked Eye,
Rakim,
Fear,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Franke,
Crime,
Traffic Nightmare,
Byron Stingily,
Deadbeat,
the Soft Cell,
One Last Wish,
the Germs,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.