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 Haiti and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 the Germs to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Bang On A Can,
Bizarre Inc.,
Crooked Eye,
Yellowson,
Joe Smooth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Sound,
The United States of America,
Pharoah Sanders,
Quantec,
Blake Baxter,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Spoonie Gee,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tres Demented,
Television,
The Grass Roots,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gang of Four,
MC5,
Scan 7,
Mantronix,
Soft Cell,
Banda Bassotti,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
X-Ray Spex,
Matthew Bourne,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bill Wells,
Carl Craig,
The Misunderstood,
Groovy Waters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tomorrow,
The Golliwogs,
The Slits,
Saccharine Trust,
Boz Scaggs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Graham Central Station,
Slave,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Sonics,
Derrick Morgan,
Godley & Creme,
The Human League,
Moebius,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ultra Naté,
Y Pants,
Duran Duran,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
John Holt,
Bobby Womack,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Index,
Lower 48,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.