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 Afghanistan and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Aswad to the punk 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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes 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 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Darondo,
Ronnie Foster,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
David Bowie,
Section 25,
Crime,
Archie Shepp,
Graham Central Station,
OOIOO,
The Neon Judgement,
Das Ding,
Main Source,
The Grass Roots,
Althea and Donna,
the Association,
The Pretty Things,
The Toasters,
Average White Band,
Arab on Radar,
Idris Muhammad,
Infiniti,
Bauhaus,
Maleditus Sound,
Kaleidoscope,
June Days,
Los Fastidios,
Sällskapet,
Mr. Review,
B.T. Express,
Pantaleimon,
Thee Headcoats,
Little Man,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cheater Slicks,
Trumans Water,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Unrelated Segments,
Guru Guru,
the Bar-Kays,
Dawn Penn,
Lower 48,
Rufus Thomas,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Aswad,
Ultra Naté,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Gories,
The Angels of Light,
Wire,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ultravox,
Rosa Yemen,
the Sonics,
Pierre Henry,
The Tremeloes,
Banda Bassotti,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.