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 Malawi and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Eric Copeland to the rap 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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and a güiro 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 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Tomorrow,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cluster,
Kas Product,
Can,
Black Flag,
Blake Baxter,
Minny Pops,
Kerri Chandler,
Fad Gadget,
Graham Central Station,
Khruangbin,
Bluetip,
The Cowsills,
Japan,
Soulsonic Force,
Johnny Clarke,
Sun City Girls,
Bobby Womack,
Black Pus,
Symarip,
This Heat,
Alison Limerick,
L. Decosne,
Skaos,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Second Layer,
Cheater Slicks,
The Monochrome Set,
Schoolly D,
Ultra Naté,
Jerry's Kids,
Essential Logic,
Aural Exciters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pussy Galore,
Dual Sessions,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Judy Mowatt,
Infiniti,
Saccharine Trust,
The Kinks,
Soul II Soul,
Bobby Sherman,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gang Green,
UT,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Hoover,
Buzzcocks,
Eric Copeland,
Max Romeo,
Lou Christie,
Juan Atkins,
U.S. Maple,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
In Retrospect,
Panda Bear,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.