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 Ghana and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Amon Düül II to the crunk 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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare 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 harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Fela Kuti,
Bronski Beat,
Section 25,
Little Man,
Electric Prunes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Faraquet,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Andrew Hill,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Max Romeo,
D'Angelo,
Eli Mardock,
Television Personalities,
Carl Craig,
Colin Newman,
Marine Girls,
Ohio Players,
Cymande,
Jandek,
The Move,
Technova,
Jacob Miller,
Wasted Youth,
China Crisis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Toni Rubio,
Wolf Eyes,
Dawn Penn,
Simply Red,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Con Funk Shun,
Donny Hathaway,
Gregory Isaacs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Monks,
Barry Ungar,
Bad Manners,
Roxy Music,
Delon & Dalcan,
Funky Four + One,
Rites of Spring,
Susan Cadogan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
MC5,
Sight & Sound,
Connie Case,
Monolake,
John Lydon,
Kenny Larkin,
The Wake,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tom Boy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.