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 Greece and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar 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 Model 500 to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Slick Rick,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Slits,
Wings,
Danielle Patucci,
Ice-T,
The Divine Comedy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Raincoats,
Siglo XX,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Khruangbin,
Grandmaster Flash,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Michelle Simonal,
Alice Coltrane,
The Skatalites,
Black Bananas,
Isaac Hayes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lee Hazlewood,
In Retrospect,
Pulsallama,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Moleskins,
Kevin Saunderson,
Angry Samoans,
Donny Hathaway,
Bizarre Inc.,
Japan,
Sexual Harrassment,
JFA,
Can,
Eric Dolphy,
The Young Rascals,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Hardrive,
The Fuzztones,
Funkadelic,
L. Decosne,
Eden Ahbez,
China Crisis,
Rotary Connection,
The Monochrome Set,
Accadde A,
Crispian St. Peters,
Thompson Twins,
Faraquet,
June Days,
AZ,
John Foxx,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Agitation Free,
Spandau Ballet,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Johnny Clarke,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Davy DMX,
Young Marble Giants,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.