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 Bulgaria and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Busters,
Crooked Eye,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Terrestrial Tones,
Leonard Cohen,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tears for Fears,
Lou Christie,
Eden Ahbez,
Zapp,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Fugs,
Toni Rubio,
the Swans,
Easy Going,
48th St. Collective,
Idris Muhammad,
Alton Ellis,
Accadde A,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nas,
Shuggie Otis,
Jimmy McGriff,
Echospace,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Fall,
Public Enemy,
Delta 5,
Gabor Szabo,
The Gap Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Vladislav Delay,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Buzzcocks,
The Red Krayola,
The Alarm Clocks,
AZ,
Liliput,
Urselle,
Yaz,
Gil Scott Heron,
Johnny Clarke,
The Smiths,
The Remains,
Masters at Work,
Neil Young,
F. McDonald,
Theoretical Girls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joe Smooth,
The Barracudas,
Rites of Spring,
Boz Scaggs,
Khruangbin,
Lalann,
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.