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 Norway and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Howard Jones to the rock 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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach 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 '80s 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 Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lower 48,
The Electric Prunes,
Eddi Front,
Judy Mowatt,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Agitation Free,
Lalo Schifrin,
The New Christs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eve St. Jones,
Black Bananas,
Marshall Jefferson,
Skriet,
Graham Central Station,
Marvin Gaye,
Silicon Teens,
Khruangbin,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Black Dice,
Piero Umiliani,
Prince Buster,
Simply Red,
Ohio Players,
Wire,
JFA,
Schoolly D,
Slave,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Moleskins,
Easy Going,
Brass Construction,
Second Layer,
The Human League,
Yaz,
The Angels of Light,
Thee Headcoats,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Residents,
Lungfish,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Misunderstood,
Soft Machine,
Tears for Fears,
Bad Manners,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bootsy Collins,
Harmonia,
Depeche Mode,
Crooked Eye,
Youth Brigade,
Electric Prunes,
Bluetip,
Buzzcocks,
The Kinks,
Ludus,
The Dead C,
The Pretty Things,
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.