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 Tunisia and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gang Gang Dance to the grunge 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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
DJ Style,
Jawbox,
Mo-Dettes,
Quadrant,
The Invisible,
Fela Kuti,
Minnie Riperton,
Tears for Fears,
The Raincoats,
Mission of Burma,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bobby Byrd,
Skarface,
Pussy Galore,
The Doors,
Girls At Our Best!,
Magma,
Matthew Halsall,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Popol Vuh,
The Real Kids,
Massinfluence,
The Beau Brummels,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lyres,
Ornette Coleman,
Quando Quango,
Johnny Clarke,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Soft Cell,
The Smiths,
Symarip,
The Fuzztones,
Grauzone,
Ponytail,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pharoah Sanders,
New Order,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Flipper,
Mars,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marine Girls,
The Victims,
Danielle Patucci,
Television Personalities,
The Five Americans,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Slits,
Howard Jones,
Babytalk,
Kenny Larkin,
Shoche,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Gun Club,
Kayak,
Unwound,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Saccharine Trust,
10cc,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.