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 Bangladesh and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bobby Byrd to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer 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 theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sarah Menescal,
Stockholm Monsters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Star Department,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Buckinghams,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ituana,
the Swans,
John Coltrane,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Grey Daturas,
Janne Schatter,
Curtis Mayfield,
Motorama,
Juan Atkins,
Basic Channel,
The Cowsills,
Agent Orange,
Aloha Tigers,
The Pretty Things,
Wire,
Peter & Gordon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Zero Boys,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Camouflage,
Lou Christie,
The Smiths,
Unwound,
Alice Coltrane,
Drexciya,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Shuggie Otis,
The Monochrome Set,
La Düsseldorf,
Derrick Morgan,
The Busters,
E-Dancer,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cluster,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Amon Düül,
Groovy Waters,
Gang Green,
kango's stein massive,
Accadde A,
Simply Red,
Nik Kershaw,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joe Finger,
Moebius,
Los Fastidios,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Oblivians,
Toni Rubio,
The Move,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.