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 Tonga and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba 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 Pierre Henry to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe 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 chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Accadde A,
Barrington Levy,
Tears for Fears,
The Dirtbombs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Television,
Nils Olav,
Robert Wyatt,
Dennis Brown,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cybotron,
The Divine Comedy,
Schoolly D,
Mark Hollis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jimmy McGriff,
Monolake,
Sun Ra,
Deakin,
Johnny Clarke,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Severed Heads,
Icehouse,
Jacques Brel,
Scratch Acid,
Nation of Ulysses,
Radio Birdman,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Glenn Branca,
Surgeon,
Fatback Band,
The Stooges,
The Index,
Pussy Galore,
Bill Wells,
A Certain Ratio,
Dorothy Ashby,
Suburban Knight,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lakeside,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ornette Coleman,
Donald Byrd,
The Dave Clark Five,
New Order,
Infiniti,
the Human League,
Funky Four + One,
Moss Icon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Supertramp,
The Mojo Men,
Ralphi Rosario,
Make Up,
Stockholm Monsters,
Deepchord,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.