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 Congo and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the electroclash 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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 oboe and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Jacob Miller,
The Dirtbombs,
Underground Resistance,
The Misunderstood,
David Axelrod,
Ultravox,
Funkadelic,
Neu!,
David McCallum,
The Detroit Cobras,
Japan,
The Grass Roots,
Guru Guru,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Magma,
Negative Approach,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Divine Comedy,
The Birthday Party,
T. Rex,
Desert Stars,
The Knickerbockers,
Fad Gadget,
Excepter,
F. McDonald,
Joensuu 1685,
The J.B.'s,
The Pretty Things,
Hashim,
Man Parrish,
Simply Red,
Cybotron,
The Fall,
Rakim,
The Cramps,
Rosa Yemen,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Urselle,
Sister Nancy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
K-Klass,
Panda Bear,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Velvet Underground,
the Soft Cell,
The Kinks,
Swans,
Los Fastidios,
June Days,
Morten Harket,
Skaos,
Average White Band,
Joy Division,
The Modern Lovers,
The Sound,
Animal Collective,
Jacques Brel,
Robert Hood,
Bill Near,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.