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 Azerbaijan and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Easy Going to the grunge 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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin 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 harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Thee Headcoats,
Sandy B,
Rekid,
The Stooges,
Avey Tare,
Hoover,
Cheater Slicks,
The Gun Club,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Iggy Pop,
Malaria!,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sex Pistols,
Rapeman,
The Litter,
Soulsonic Force,
The Toasters,
Model 500,
The Offenders,
The Modern Lovers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Symarip,
Bob Dylan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Searchers,
Electric Prunes,
Kas Product,
Amazonics,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Suicide,
Chris & Cosey,
Laurel Aitken,
Parry Music,
Brand Nubian,
Don Cherry,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Susan Cadogan,
Colin Newman,
Anthony Braxton,
Andrew Hill,
Yazoo,
The Gories,
June of 44,
Sam Rivers,
Man Parrish,
Lou Christie,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Oneida,
the Sonics,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Brothers Johnson,
Wolf Eyes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mandrill,
Sonic Youth,
The American Breed,
The Durutti Column,
Pet Shop Boys,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.