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 Slovenia and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the sitar 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the funk 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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cecil Taylor,
Magma,
Marshall Jefferson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Index,
Fela Kuti,
Arab on Radar,
CMW,
Arthur Verocai,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wasted Youth,
Mad Mike,
Pole,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marvin Gaye,
Johnny Clarke,
T.S.O.L.,
Motorama,
The Dirtbombs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Morten Harket,
Eden Ahbez,
Model 500,
Audionom,
the Slits,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
ABBA,
Tomorrow,
Urselle,
Lucky Dragons,
Unwound,
Mark Hollis,
Gastr Del Sol,
10cc,
Peter and Kerry,
Harry Pussy,
Donald Byrd,
Ice-T,
Rekid,
Oblivians,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Faust,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
AZ,
The Last Poets,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Archie Shepp,
Scientists,
Boz Scaggs,
Scion,
Bobby Byrd,
The Shadows of Knight,
Brothers Johnson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.