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 Bhutan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Minny Pops to the jazz 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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks 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 '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 arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
New Age Steppers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Camberwell Now,
Banda Bassotti,
Lindisfarne,
Blake Baxter,
Josef K,
Alton Ellis,
ABBA,
Malaria!,
Mad Mike,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sonic Youth,
The Searchers,
Lucky Dragons,
Harpers Bizarre,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Oneida,
Kerri Chandler,
The Walker Brothers,
Main Source,
Goldenarms,
Eden Ahbez,
The Skatalites,
Lebanon Hanover,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Chrome,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bluetip,
Tears for Fears,
the Association,
Sarah Menescal,
Robert Hood,
The Velvet Underground,
Groovy Waters,
Sandy B,
Jacob Miller,
Gang Green,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gang Starr,
Depeche Mode,
The Smoke,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Beau Brummels,
The Leaves,
The Durutti Column,
Lakeside,
The Sonics,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Motions,
The Moody Blues,
Chris & Cosey,
The Golliwogs,
Slave,
Ronan,
James White and The Blacks,
Khruangbin,
Chris Corsano,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.