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 Ireland and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 JFA to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
R.M.O.,
The Fire Engines,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Magazine,
Moebius,
These Immortal Souls,
PIL,
Camberwell Now,
Skaos,
Maleditus Sound,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Little Man,
Nick Fraelich,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
8 Eyed Spy,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Evens,
Idris Muhammad,
Mars,
Scion,
Mr. Review,
Danielle Patucci,
Icehouse,
Section 25,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sex Pistols,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Kinks,
The Remains,
Panda Bear,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Mojo Men,
X-102,
Mo-Dettes,
Whodini,
New Age Steppers,
Deakin,
The Fugs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
China Crisis,
Organ,
The Trojans,
L. Decosne,
The Skatalites,
Delta 5,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lou Christie,
The Wake,
Bobby Sherman,
The Real Kids,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gabor Szabo,
Agent Orange,
Cecil Taylor,
Minnie Riperton,
Mission of Burma,
Byron Stingily,
The Moleskins,
Scratch Acid,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.