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 Chile and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the sitar 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 Kaleidoscope to the crunk 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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Sneak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Agent Orange,
Aural Exciters,
Letta Mbulu,
Hardrive,
Audionom,
Symarip,
Saccharine Trust,
Flamin' Groovies,
Boredoms,
Kas Product,
Moby Grape,
The Tremeloes,
The Buckinghams,
Alison Limerick,
Lightning Bolt,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The United States of America,
Electric Prunes,
Alice Coltrane,
New Age Steppers,
Eric Copeland,
Man Parrish,
Radiohead,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Maurizio,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
John Holt,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Red Krayola,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
AZ,
Albert Ayler,
U.S. Maple,
Pylon,
Todd Rundgren,
Lakeside,
Tom Boy,
Juan Atkins,
Icehouse,
Danielle Patucci,
Quadrant,
The Golliwogs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Country Teasers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scrapy,
Colin Newman,
Don Cherry,
Susan Cadogan,
Jawbox,
Roxy Music,
Idris Muhammad,
The Last Poets,
Pulsallama,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sarah Menescal,
David Axelrod,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.