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 Tonga and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Rosa Yemen to the grime 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marine Girls,
Wolf Eyes,
AZ,
The Move,
CMW,
Pole,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Deadbeat,
Mars,
The Doobie Brothers,
Roxy Music,
The Slits,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Zero Boys,
Graham Central Station,
Pet Shop Boys,
Aloha Tigers,
Dennis Brown,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Barbara Tucker,
Accadde A,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Saints,
Chrome,
DJ Sneak,
Ossler,
Sonic Youth,
Crime,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Last Poets,
Minny Pops,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Human League,
Bluetip,
Fugazi,
Depeche Mode,
Sister Nancy,
F. McDonald,
Fat Boys,
The Barracudas,
Wasted Youth,
Soul Sonic Force,
Minnie Riperton,
Pierre Henry,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Junior Murvin,
Steve Hackett,
Oneida,
Fad Gadget,
Interpol,
Little Man,
Warsaw,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Brothers Johnson,
Max Romeo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Count Five,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.