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 Belize and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 808 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes 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 guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
the Sonics,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ossler,
Pantaleimon,
Kenny Larkin,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
EPMD,
Eli Mardock,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Chris & Cosey,
Harry Pussy,
Alice Coltrane,
Hot Snakes,
Sex Pistols,
Eurythmics,
Young Marble Giants,
Rufus Thomas,
L. Decosne,
Section 25,
Zero Boys,
Moebius,
Joe Smooth,
The Slits,
Motorama,
Siglo XX,
Monolake,
Terry Callier,
Shoche,
Pierre Henry,
Davy DMX,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Moleskins,
Heaven 17,
Barbara Tucker,
Cameo,
Grey Daturas,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jeff Lynne,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Donny Hathaway,
June Days,
Minny Pops,
Mark Hollis,
Bobby Womack,
Black Pus,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Zapp,
The Shadows of Knight,
Swans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Popol Vuh,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cybotron,
Con Funk Shun,
Pussy Galore,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.