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 Grenada and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Joe Smooth to the rock 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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bang On A Can,
Anthony Braxton,
Moss Icon,
Goldenarms,
The Associates,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Second Layer,
Skarface,
Piero Umiliani,
Fela Kuti,
Pagans,
Khruangbin,
The Barracudas,
The Standells,
the Human League,
MDC,
Marc Almond,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Chris & Cosey,
Bobby Womack,
Kevin Saunderson,
Man Parrish,
The Pretty Things,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gang Gang Dance,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
U.S. Maple,
John Coltrane,
Pet Shop Boys,
Babytalk,
Black Bananas,
Colin Newman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Mummies,
Ornette Coleman,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Franke,
Niagra,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
David Axelrod,
The Residents,
Sugar Minott,
Tears for Fears,
Black Sheep,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fluxion,
Cecil Taylor,
Livin' Joy,
Arthur Verocai,
Darondo,
Altered Images,
Avey Tare,
The Offenders,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Invisible,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.