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 Andorra and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lille.
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 clarinet 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 Pole to the electroclash 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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jacob Miller,
Alphaville,
Grauzone,
Rapeman,
The Trojans,
Echospace,
Q65,
Heaven 17,
Dorothy Ashby,
X-101,
ABBA,
Trumans Water,
Jawbox,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Arthur Verocai,
Albert Ayler,
Warsaw,
Accadde A,
Sandy B,
The Slits,
Young Marble Giants,
Girls At Our Best!,
Loose Ends,
Procol Harum,
Can,
Johnny Osbourne,
Duran Duran,
the Association,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ken Boothe,
Andrew Hill,
Ultimate Spinach,
Terrestrial Tones,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Joe Smooth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Cure,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Toasters,
Chris Corsano,
In Retrospect,
The Seeds,
Cymande,
John Foxx,
Excepter,
Dennis Brown,
Suicide,
Wally Richardson,
Ornette Coleman,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jeff Lynne,
Sound Behaviour,
Youth Brigade,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Star Department,
Arab on Radar,
Royal Trux,
Gabor Szabo,
Donald Byrd,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.