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 Costa Rica and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the oboe 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 Lou Reed to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
LL Cool J,
Spoonie Gee,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Terry Callier,
Monks,
Jeff Lynne,
Althea and Donna,
Donny Hathaway,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Stereo Dub,
Johnny Clarke,
Black Pus,
Country Teasers,
Radiohead,
Minor Threat,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Swans,
The Pretty Things,
Audionom,
D'Angelo,
Fat Boys,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pere Ubu,
Cameo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ice-T,
Max Romeo,
Bobby Womack,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Alice Coltrane,
The United States of America,
The Busters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Oneida,
Talk Talk,
The Slits,
Lakeside,
Janne Schatter,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Smiths,
Arthur Verocai,
Motorama,
Minny Pops,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gang Green,
Lalann,
Quantec,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Isaac Hayes,
48th St. Collective,
The Gun Club,
Minnie Riperton,
The Invisible,
Bauhaus,
Rakim,
Lou Christie,
Glenn Branca,
The Young Rascals,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.