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 Belarus and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Make Up to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
The Young Rascals,
Iggy Pop,
Isaac Hayes,
The Buckinghams,
The Fortunes,
Parry Music,
Byron Stingily,
Das Ding,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Arthur Verocai,
JFA,
Kenny Larkin,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marine Girls,
Metal Thangz,
Flipper,
Alphaville,
Y Pants,
The Count Five,
Panda Bear,
Wire,
Moebius,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ponytail,
Aswad,
Bob Dylan,
Joensuu 1685,
DJ Sneak,
Graham Central Station,
Quando Quango,
Ralphi Rosario,
John Holt,
The Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nick Fraelich,
The Evens,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ossler,
Intrusion,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Au Pairs,
X-101,
Cecil Taylor,
The Music Machine,
Eli Mardock,
Janne Schatter,
The Smoke,
Goldenarms,
Ornette Coleman,
Ten City,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Monks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Stiv Bators,
Colin Newman,
Anthony Braxton,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.