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 Colombia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron 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 The Victims to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ 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 oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Newcleus,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Gories,
The Techniques,
Sexual Harrassment,
Judy Mowatt,
Sex Pistols,
The Fall,
Scientists,
Ralphi Rosario,
Urselle,
Babytalk,
Cecil Taylor,
Gang Starr,
Simply Red,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Birthday Party,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Zapp,
Inner City,
AZ,
Nils Olav,
Alphaville,
Lou Christie,
Derrick May,
Todd Rundgren,
Pere Ubu,
Main Source,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sugar Minott,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wolf Eyes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Don Cherry,
Circle Jerks,
Brand Nubian,
The Durutti Column,
Goldenarms,
Terrestrial Tones,
Franke,
The Seeds,
Harmonia,
The Misunderstood,
Sarah Menescal,
MC5,
June Days,
Tomorrow,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Anakelly,
Jacob Miller,
Scrapy,
Pagans,
Unwound,
Wasted Youth,
Schoolly D,
Symarip,
Bad Manners,
The Star Department,
Patti Smith,
Sound Behaviour,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.