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 Japan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord 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 Rosa Yemen to the rock 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Harmonia,
Marvin Gaye,
Andrew Hill,
David McCallum,
The Vogues,
The Index,
Khruangbin,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Todd Terry,
Scan 7,
Kenny Larkin,
Fela Kuti,
Essential Logic,
Accadde A,
Buzzcocks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Max Romeo,
The Busters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gang of Four,
John Cale,
Chris Corsano,
Rites of Spring,
David Axelrod,
Marc Almond,
Ossler,
Public Enemy,
Minutemen,
The Barracudas,
The Blues Magoos,
Morten Harket,
The Moody Blues,
Mo-Dettes,
Sister Nancy,
L. Decosne,
Reagan Youth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Yellowson,
Malaria!,
Pierre Henry,
Jawbox,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nik Kershaw,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scion,
Television,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Minor Threat,
OOIOO,
Al Stewart,
The Red Krayola,
Motorama,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Maurizio,
Roxette,
Joey Negro,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.