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 Rwanda and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar 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 The Five Americans to the grunge 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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Ponytail,
Scion,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ice-T,
Fat Boys,
MC5,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Invisible,
Boogie Down Productions,
Grandmaster Flash,
Make Up,
Kerri Chandler,
Yusef Lateef,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Cramps,
Man Parrish,
Pierre Henry,
Lucky Dragons,
Camouflage,
Connie Case,
Sun City Girls,
Sugar Minott,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Skaos,
Dave Gahan,
Carl Craig,
Johnny Clarke,
Fugazi,
Arthur Verocai,
Erykah Badu,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sarah Menescal,
Magma,
The Blackbyrds,
Scan 7,
Can,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Monolake,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fad Gadget,
The Seeds,
Zero Boys,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Gladiators,
The Trojans,
Sandy B,
The Star Department,
Popol Vuh,
Bobby Sherman,
Icehouse,
Mission of Burma,
Simply Red,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marvin Gaye,
Aloha Tigers,
Rapeman,
the Swans,
Colin Newman,
Dawn Penn,
Blake Baxter,
Talk Talk,
Soft Machine,
One Last Wish,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.