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 Comoros and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer 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 Sun Ra to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Human League,
Banda Bassotti,
Gabor Szabo,
Grey Daturas,
Boz Scaggs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Minor Threat,
The Mummies,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rotary Connection,
The Skatalites,
Stereo Dub,
Nils Olav,
Public Enemy,
Porter Ricks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rhythm & Sound,
Derrick Morgan,
Wasted Youth,
The Blackbyrds,
Black Pus,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Yusef Lateef,
Sonic Youth,
Y Pants,
Rapeman,
The Invisible,
Simply Red,
Circle Jerks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Fire Engines,
Archie Shepp,
The Knickerbockers,
The Real Kids,
Cybotron,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cameo,
The United States of America,
Harpers Bizarre,
Liliput,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pantaleimon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ronan,
Scientists,
10cc,
Unrelated Segments,
The Beau Brummels,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lindisfarne,
Todd Rundgren,
the Germs,
Newcleus,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
UT,
Reagan Youth,
Electric Prunes,
Moebius,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.