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 Algeria 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Remains to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Cecil Taylor,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Smoke,
Marcia Griffiths,
Reagan Youth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Germs,
Niagra,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Inner City,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
AZ,
The Last Poets,
Nik Kershaw,
John Coltrane,
Al Stewart,
Sexual Harrassment,
a-ha,
Joey Negro,
Marshall Jefferson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Swell Maps,
The Neon Judgement,
Black Sheep,
Gabor Szabo,
Donny Hathaway,
Harry Pussy,
The Techniques,
Prince Buster,
Index,
It's A Beautiful Day,
PIL,
John Cale,
Outsiders,
Shuggie Otis,
Flamin' Groovies,
Crooked Eye,
Michelle Simonal,
Ultra Naté,
Trumans Water,
Shoche,
Siglo XX,
Junior Murvin,
Tommy Roe,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gastr Del Sol,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Judy Mowatt,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lower 48,
The Slackers,
Carl Craig,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cameo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.