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 Uzbekistan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Todd Terry to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Derrick May,
Animal Collective,
Crispy Ambulance,
Hardrive,
Kayak,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Divine Comedy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eve St. Jones,
James White and The Blacks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Camouflage,
Lalann,
Boredoms,
Delon & Dalcan,
Unwound,
Japan,
MDC,
Sarah Menescal,
Supertramp,
David McCallum,
Quadrant,
Gang Green,
Ultravox,
Banda Bassotti,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fugazi,
Man Parrish,
Camberwell Now,
LL Cool J,
Kerri Chandler,
The Beau Brummels,
Funky Four + One,
Slick Rick,
T. Rex,
Sun Ra,
Clear Light,
Yellowson,
The Associates,
Wally Richardson,
Patti Smith,
10cc,
Zero Boys,
Archie Shepp,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Wake,
Danielle Patucci,
Matthew Halsall,
Johnny Clarke,
Mark Hollis,
Rosa Yemen,
Avey Tare,
Don Cherry,
The Doors,
Erykah Badu,
Nils Olav,
Pulsallama,
Wire,
Vladislav Delay,
The Evens,
The Names,
Bluetip,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.