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 Australia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Pagans to the disco 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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe 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 güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Dual Sessions,
The Knickerbockers,
FM Einheit,
Agitation Free,
Khruangbin,
Basic Channel,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pantaleimon,
Fela Kuti,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lebanon Hanover,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Piero Umiliani,
Young Marble Giants,
Donny Hathaway,
Toni Rubio,
Cameo,
PIL,
The Shadows of Knight,
Boz Scaggs,
Lungfish,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Golliwogs,
Carl Craig,
New Age Steppers,
Wasted Youth,
Section 25,
The Walker Brothers,
Outsiders,
Minnie Riperton,
Black Flag,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Zero Boys,
Con Funk Shun,
The Seeds,
The Durutti Column,
Black Moon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Black Dice,
Yellowson,
Hashim,
Peter and Kerry,
Sight & Sound,
Graham Central Station,
Faraquet,
Mandrill,
Hardrive,
Trumans Water,
Lou Reed,
Lucky Dragons,
Quantec,
The Dead C,
Joe Finger,
Model 500,
Wally Richardson,
Inner City,
Roxy Music,
The Stooges,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joey Negro,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.