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 Montenegro and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Accra.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Moss Icon to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and a theremin 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 güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Drexciya,
Eurythmics,
Saccharine Trust,
The Cowsills,
Anakelly,
Minor Threat,
Quando Quango,
AZ,
Popol Vuh,
Warren Ellis,
Gang Green,
Leonard Cohen,
The American Breed,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eli Mardock,
June Days,
Camberwell Now,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Blues Magoos,
The Gladiators,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Chris & Cosey,
Soulsonic Force,
Pet Shop Boys,
Idris Muhammad,
The Zeros,
the Sonics,
Peter & Gordon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sexual Harrassment,
Siglo XX,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Das Ding,
Robert Görl,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Franke,
Q65,
Sight & Sound,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nick Fraelich,
Archie Shepp,
Soul Sonic Force,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Crispian St. Peters,
Minny Pops,
Roxette,
Groovy Waters,
The Golliwogs,
Joe Smooth,
Pussy Galore,
Can,
Dual Sessions,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.