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 St Lucia and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Massinfluence to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer 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 theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Barbara Tucker,
Soft Machine,
Country Teasers,
Todd Terry,
Derrick May,
Brothers Johnson,
Youth Brigade,
Avey Tare,
Dual Sessions,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Malaria!,
Iggy Pop,
Nas,
Siglo XX,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Crooked Eye,
Fugazi,
L. Decosne,
Sex Pistols,
Kenny Larkin,
The Slits,
This Heat,
The Searchers,
the Human League,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sexual Harrassment,
Janne Schatter,
Crispian St. Peters,
Moby Grape,
Sun Ra,
Altered Images,
Half Japanese,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
10cc,
Pussy Galore,
U.S. Maple,
Lower 48,
Sparks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Moebius,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Buckinghams,
Toni Rubio,
Patti Smith,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gang Gang Dance,
Hasil Adkins,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ralphi Rosario,
Frankie Knuckles,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Young Rascals,
the Swans,
Donald Byrd,
The J.B.'s,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Outsiders,
Bob Dylan,
Television,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.