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 Turkmenistan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar 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 Ultra Naté to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum 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 rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Wire,
Sonic Youth,
Minutemen,
Dennis Brown,
Boz Scaggs,
The Remains,
John Cale,
Alphaville,
Lakeside,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Icehouse,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fad Gadget,
Excepter,
Nik Kershaw,
The Offenders,
the Swans,
the Sonics,
Yellowson,
Avey Tare,
Trumans Water,
Altered Images,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wings,
The Names,
Sister Nancy,
Peter and Kerry,
Stetsasonic,
Pulsallama,
The Fuzztones,
UT,
The Fire Engines,
The Cure,
Agitation Free,
Alton Ellis,
Infiniti,
Magazine,
The Mummies,
Amazonics,
Funky Four + One,
Con Funk Shun,
Aloha Tigers,
Pylon,
Dorothy Ashby,
DJ Style,
Royal Trux,
The Fugs,
Yusef Lateef,
Dual Sessions,
La Düsseldorf,
Leonard Cohen,
Gastr Del Sol,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Juan Atkins,
MDC,
Ohio Players,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.