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 Colombia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark 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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tears for Fears,
Eddi Front,
Quando Quango,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kool Moe Dee,
Man Eating Sloth,
Depeche Mode,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Howard Jones,
The United States of America,
Yaz,
Saccharine Trust,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Toni Rubio,
The Offenders,
Magazine,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joe Finger,
Theoretical Girls,
Brand Nubian,
Young Marble Giants,
The Leaves,
Massinfluence,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ten City,
David Axelrod,
Yusef Lateef,
JFA,
Ohio Players,
8 Eyed Spy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Colin Newman,
Icehouse,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joe Smooth,
Flash Fearless,
The Cramps,
Underground Resistance,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
T.S.O.L.,
Hashim,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Associates,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ludus,
The Young Rascals,
Public Enemy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
LL Cool J,
Anakelly,
DNA,
Metal Thangz,
The Red Krayola,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Max Romeo,
The Toasters,
Terry Callier,
The Music Machine,
Lyres,
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.