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 Bolivia and from Beijing.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Grass Roots to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Moby Grape,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Procol Harum,
Jerry's Kids,
Thee Headcoats,
Kas Product,
The Smiths,
James White and The Blacks,
Fat Boys,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Roger Hodgson,
Yazoo,
The Human League,
Y Pants,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Fuzztones,
CMW,
Outsiders,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Beau Brummels,
Idris Muhammad,
Crash Course in Science,
Marcia Griffiths,
MC5,
Easy Going,
The Leaves,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Swans,
Alphaville,
Depeche Mode,
Desert Stars,
Blossom Toes,
The Fortunes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Gladiators,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scan 7,
Rapeman,
Don Cherry,
Scrapy,
Lindisfarne,
Black Moon,
Byron Stingily,
Mantronix,
Metal Thangz,
Animal Collective,
Aswad,
Man Parrish,
Gabor Szabo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Stockholm Monsters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gerry Rafferty,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ituana,
Panda Bear,
Lalann,
Alton Ellis,
The Zeros,
Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich.
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.