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 Italy and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lou Reed to the rap 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Faraquet,
T. Rex,
Oblivians,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Minny Pops,
Rufus Thomas,
Dave Gahan,
Judy Mowatt,
World's Most,
Alphaville,
The Saints,
Franke,
Matthew Bourne,
The Tremeloes,
Pulsallama,
Marine Girls,
The Real Kids,
Electric Prunes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Das Ding,
Sonic Youth,
Todd Terry,
June Days,
The Barracudas,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kas Product,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
John Lydon,
The Index,
B.T. Express,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Camberwell Now,
Tubeway Army,
Con Funk Shun,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
New York Dolls,
Eric B and Rakim,
Youth Brigade,
The Five Americans,
Moebius,
Young Marble Giants,
Black Sheep,
John Holt,
Gabor Szabo,
Derrick Morgan,
Infiniti,
DJ Sneak,
Lebanon Hanover,
Byron Stingily,
the Germs,
The Stooges,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Modern Lovers,
Hardrive,
Make Up,
The Moody Blues,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.