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 Slovenia 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Patti Smith to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin 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 chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Glambeats Corp.,
Quadrant,
Marc Almond,
Frankie Knuckles,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Loose Ends,
Rosa Yemen,
Althea and Donna,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Barracudas,
Stetsasonic,
Tubeway Army,
Bauhaus,
Kas Product,
Jandek,
Harmonia,
Unrelated Segments,
Wings,
Gang Gang Dance,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rufus Thomas,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lee Hazlewood,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Saccharine Trust,
Joyce Sims,
La Düsseldorf,
Au Pairs,
Derrick Morgan,
Jeff Lynne,
Eric Dolphy,
Quantec,
Bluetip,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pierre Henry,
Brand Nubian,
Mad Mike,
Supertramp,
Gang of Four,
Junior Murvin,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mantronix,
Aswad,
Pylon,
The Knickerbockers,
Sex Pistols,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Associates,
The Trojans,
DJ Sneak,
Ludus,
Bronski Beat,
H. Thieme,
Hashim,
Main Source,
Con Funk Shun,
Bobby Hutcherson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Babytalk,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.