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 Cameroon and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Judy Mowatt to the grime 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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar 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 synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Public Enemy,
Country Teasers,
Television Personalities,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jerry's Kids,
The Litter,
Arab on Radar,
Tom Boy,
Vladislav Delay,
The Fugs,
Cluster,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
David Axelrod,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Roger Hodgson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lebanon Hanover,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Beau Brummels,
The Blues Magoos,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Walker Brothers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Flamin' Groovies,
World's Most,
Scrapy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Standells,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Visage,
Deadbeat,
H. Thieme,
Charles Mingus,
Tommy Roe,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Goldenarms,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Blackbyrds,
Bobby Sherman,
The Kinks,
B.T. Express,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ultravox,
the Normal,
Lower 48,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Echospace,
Alice Coltrane,
Ronnie Foster,
Fluxion,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ituana,
DJ Sneak,
Anakelly,
Groovy Waters,
Fugazi,
Avey Tare,
Lungfish,
Ice-T,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.