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 Jamaica and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the punk 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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Electric Prunes,
The Blues Magoos,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gang Starr,
Rotary Connection,
Connie Case,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Grey Daturas,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Leaves,
The Pretty Things,
X-Ray Spex,
Eric B and Rakim,
June Days,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sun Ra,
Jeru the Damaja,
Josef K,
The Dave Clark Five,
Yaz,
Soul Sonic Force,
L. Decosne,
Byron Stingily,
Parry Music,
Bobby Sherman,
Bauhaus,
Gil Scott Heron,
Altered Images,
Guru Guru,
Scion,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Aaron Thompson,
Blake Baxter,
Joe Finger,
Cymande,
The Count Five,
Minor Threat,
Agent Orange,
Zero Boys,
The Fire Engines,
Banda Bassotti,
cv313,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rufus Thomas,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Gun Club,
The Durutti Column,
Trumans Water,
Boz Scaggs,
B.T. Express,
The Litter,
The Motions,
Lebanon Hanover,
Albert Ayler,
Patti Smith,
Flipper,
Cal Tjader,
Scan 7,
Warren Ellis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Average White Band,
Bobby Womack,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.