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 El Salvador and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Yaz to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba 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 marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Marshall Jefferson,
Morten Harket,
Wally Richardson,
Marmalade,
The Slackers,
CMW,
Eden Ahbez,
Sandy B,
Janne Schatter,
Supertramp,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Prince Buster,
Deakin,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Agitation Free,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
FM Einheit,
Joe Finger,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mo-Dettes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Adolescents,
Bluetip,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Crooked Eye,
Echospace,
Japan,
Rufus Thomas,
Siglo XX,
Scrapy,
Joe Smooth,
The Toasters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Leonard Cohen,
Dual Sessions,
The Last Poets,
Fear,
Rakim,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pere Ubu,
Ituana,
The Dave Clark Five,
Amon Düül,
The J.B.'s,
Magazine,
Brand Nubian,
Whodini,
Khruangbin,
The Mummies,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Monochrome Set,
Duran Duran,
T. Rex,
Ultimate Spinach,
Niagra,
Mr. Review,
Hot Snakes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Kinks,
Byron Stingily,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.