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 Turkey and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 Copenhagen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator 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 organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
JFA,
The Music Machine,
Crooked Eye,
Mark Hollis,
Letta Mbulu,
Tom Boy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fela Kuti,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Oneida,
Stiv Bators,
Cheater Slicks,
Skarface,
Robert Görl,
Althea and Donna,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Agitation Free,
Cymande,
New Order,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eurythmics,
Bill Wells,
T.S.O.L.,
Negative Approach,
the Soft Cell,
MC5,
The Cosmic Jokers,
a-ha,
Simply Red,
Depeche Mode,
June Days,
The Monochrome Set,
Rufus Thomas,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sight & Sound,
Eric Copeland,
Alison Limerick,
This Heat,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lakeside,
Frankie Knuckles,
Essential Logic,
Sun City Girls,
Ralphi Rosario,
KRS-One,
The Fugs,
The New Christs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Unrelated Segments,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scott Walker,
the Human League,
Popol Vuh,
Deepchord,
the Germs,
Grauzone,
Johnny Clarke,
B.T. Express,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.