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 Lithuania and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Faraquet to the grunge 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Nils Olav,
48th St. Collective,
Roger Hodgson,
Yazoo,
Avey Tare,
F. McDonald,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Fuzztones,
Fad Gadget,
Roxy Music,
Spoonie Gee,
Crispy Ambulance,
Stereo Dub,
The Music Machine,
Joyce Sims,
Kurtis Blow,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lungfish,
The Five Americans,
Toni Rubio,
Alphaville,
The Doobie Brothers,
Oblivians,
Stetsasonic,
Pagans,
Animal Collective,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Real Kids,
Eden Ahbez,
Danielle Patucci,
Janne Schatter,
The Saints,
Grey Daturas,
Symarip,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sparks,
Maleditus Sound,
FM Einheit,
The Electric Prunes,
Fatback Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Quantec,
Donny Hathaway,
David McCallum,
Minnie Riperton,
the Association,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Grandmaster Flash,
Swell Maps,
L. Decosne,
Circle Jerks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joy Division,
Desert Stars,
Hoover,
the Bar-Kays,
The Durutti Column,
Pet Shop Boys,
Au Pairs,
Unrelated Segments,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.