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 Suriname and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the snare 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 Gang Green to the dance 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Alton Ellis,
Ituana,
Connie Case,
Gabor Szabo,
Pantaleimon,
Flash Fearless,
Tubeway Army,
John Foxx,
Ice-T,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Birthday Party,
Basic Channel,
Tres Demented,
Lindisfarne,
Theoretical Girls,
JFA,
Blake Baxter,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marcia Griffiths,
Man Eating Sloth,
Stereo Dub,
Country Teasers,
The Blackbyrds,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Real Kids,
The Toasters,
Godley & Creme,
Loose Ends,
The Durutti Column,
Sam Rivers,
Vladislav Delay,
Mr. Review,
The Last Poets,
The Fire Engines,
Joe Finger,
R.M.O.,
Robert Görl,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Smoke,
Robert Wyatt,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Thee Headcoats,
Mars,
a-ha,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Residents,
Sight & Sound,
New Order,
Sandy B,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Skatalites,
The Monochrome Set,
Gong,
Wire,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Dave Clark Five,
Susan Cadogan,
Darondo,
Barrington Levy,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.