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 Senegal and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Neil Young to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Gichy Dan,
Whodini,
Soft Machine,
Patti Smith,
One Last Wish,
Joensuu 1685,
Metal Thangz,
Neil Young,
Lindisfarne,
Fela Kuti,
Sun Ra,
James White and The Blacks,
Con Funk Shun,
The Walker Brothers,
John Coltrane,
Arthur Verocai,
Davy DMX,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Doors,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cal Tjader,
Vainqueur,
Barry Ungar,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Urselle,
Zero Boys,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marine Girls,
Brick,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Warsaw,
Fat Boys,
Minutemen,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
R.M.O.,
Glambeats Corp.,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bobby Womack,
Wasted Youth,
Juan Atkins,
Brothers Johnson,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Sonics,
Marmalade,
The Velvet Underground,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Last Poets,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ten City,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Grauzone,
Yellowson,
The Evens,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fad Gadget,
Kenny Larkin,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.