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 San Marino and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro 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 Jeff Mills to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a clarinet 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 mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
The Fugs,
Rekid,
cv313,
the Slits,
Dawn Penn,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Martian,
Delon & Dalcan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Yellowson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Royal Trux,
Simply Red,
MDC,
Monks,
JFA,
The Star Department,
Terry Callier,
B.T. Express,
Accadde A,
Ice-T,
Babytalk,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Shuggie Otis,
Gil Scott Heron,
DNA,
Funky Four + One,
Loose Ends,
The Flesh Eaters,
Agitation Free,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Doors,
Juan Atkins,
the Bar-Kays,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dead Boys,
John Foxx,
Cybotron,
U.S. Maple,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lou Reed,
Whodini,
Mr. Review,
Lower 48,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Seeds,
Monolake,
The Mojo Men,
Matthew Halsall,
Aural Exciters,
Country Teasers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kas Product,
Chris Corsano,
UT,
Kool Moe Dee,
Smog,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.