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 Thailand and from Philadelphia.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Man Eating Sloth to the rap 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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire 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?
Liliput,
Minnie Riperton,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Angry Samoans,
The Real Kids,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joe Smooth,
Lou Reed,
Alphaville,
Young Marble Giants,
Con Funk Shun,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
New Order,
The Blues Magoos,
Altered Images,
Grauzone,
Bush Tetras,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ultravox,
Thompson Twins,
The Neon Judgement,
Morten Harket,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gichy Dan,
Absolute Body Control,
Yaz,
Trumans Water,
Blossom Toes,
Faraquet,
Ossler,
Fluxion,
Newcleus,
Das Ding,
Suicide,
Wasted Youth,
Organ,
Gang of Four,
Television Personalities,
Siglo XX,
Pagans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Icehouse,
Khruangbin,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Saccharine Trust,
Section 25,
The Divine Comedy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pussy Galore,
Loose Ends,
Sonic Youth,
Wings,
Joe Finger,
Erasure,
Gang Starr,
Bootsy Collins,
Fifty Foot Hose,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.