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 Marshall Islands and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Parry Music to the grime 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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Iggy Pop,
Bill Wells,
Skaos,
Rites of Spring,
the Slits,
Cybotron,
Technova,
Amazonics,
Television Personalities,
Kevin Saunderson,
Accadde A,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Black Bananas,
Prince Buster,
The Walker Brothers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Josef K,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Crash Course in Science,
Excepter,
Scion,
Joey Negro,
The Moleskins,
The Cure,
Crime,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Zapp,
John Lydon,
Livin' Joy,
Delta 5,
Parry Music,
Duran Duran,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mantronix,
Lalann,
June of 44,
La Düsseldorf,
The Five Americans,
Alison Limerick,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Knickerbockers,
Godley & Creme,
Roger Hodgson,
Brothers Johnson,
Minnie Riperton,
Kool Moe Dee,
Freddie Wadling,
Tubeway Army,
Black Pus,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Michelle Simonal,
Niagra,
The Blackbyrds,
Lindisfarne,
Procol Harum,
Warren Ellis,
Von Mondo,
The Cramps,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.