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 Macedonia and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Flipper,
UT,
The Buckinghams,
Easy Going,
The Motions,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
ABBA,
cv313,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Slick Rick,
Swell Maps,
Theoretical Girls,
Fat Boys,
L. Decosne,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Anthony Braxton,
June Days,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
R.M.O.,
Spandau Ballet,
The Kinks,
Sonic Youth,
Suburban Knight,
Michelle Simonal,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pantaleimon,
Ultra Naté,
Pylon,
Dark Day,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scientists,
Lee Hazlewood,
Erasure,
Sight & Sound,
Heaven 17,
Wasted Youth,
Sällskapet,
Sound Behaviour,
Rotary Connection,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ronan,
Roxette,
Index,
Kaleidoscope,
Underground Resistance,
The Happenings,
Procol Harum,
Sandy B,
Boredoms,
Minnie Riperton,
Babytalk,
The Invisible,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Absolute Body Control,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Dead C,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.