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 Niger and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the techno 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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Radio Birdman,
Roxy Music,
Pantaleimon,
John Foxx,
Panda Bear,
Hasil Adkins,
Mad Mike,
Con Funk Shun,
Pharoah Sanders,
A Certain Ratio,
Byron Stingily,
Darondo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Funky Four + One,
World's Most,
F. McDonald,
EPMD,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Kayak,
Lightning Bolt,
Black Bananas,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lalo Schifrin,
Visage,
X-102,
The Fire Engines,
Brick,
Rufus Thomas,
Reuben Wilson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lyres,
The Slackers,
Surgeon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Echospace,
Thompson Twins,
Skaos,
Howard Jones,
Ken Boothe,
The Velvet Underground,
David Bowie,
Young Marble Giants,
David Axelrod,
The Move,
The Litter,
Prince Buster,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Toni Rubio,
Model 500,
Donny Hathaway,
Public Enemy,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Normal,
Ludus,
Fat Boys,
The Associates,
Glenn Branca,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Black Dice,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.