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 Malaysia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Interpol to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar 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 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
The Gap Band,
Faust,
The Toasters,
KRS-One,
The Red Krayola,
Fear,
Ten City,
David McCallum,
Popol Vuh,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Infiniti,
Bobby Byrd,
Eric Dolphy,
Quando Quango,
Todd Rundgren,
Pantaleimon,
The Young Rascals,
Rosa Yemen,
Smog,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sonic Youth,
Soft Cell,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Howard Jones,
Roger Hodgson,
Anthony Braxton,
Vainqueur,
Oneida,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Public Enemy,
Danielle Patucci,
Yaz,
Boz Scaggs,
The Evens,
Pylon,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Normal,
Barry Ungar,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Kinks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dorothy Ashby,
Beasts of Bourbon,
John Foxx,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Royal Trux,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Absolute Body Control,
Radiopuhelimet,
June of 44,
New Order,
Darondo,
Brothers Johnson,
Symarip,
David Axelrod,
Drexciya,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mo-Dettes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.