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 Bulgaria and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 R.M.O. to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
The Buckinghams,
Faust,
Darondo,
The Saints,
Matthew Bourne,
Fat Boys,
Q65,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nas,
Soft Machine,
X-102,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Parry Music,
the Swans,
The Associates,
Rhythm & Sound,
Leonard Cohen,
The Doors,
The Litter,
Average White Band,
Ohio Players,
Radiohead,
Lungfish,
Andrew Hill,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bronski Beat,
Sixth Finger,
Shoche,
The Victims,
Sex Pistols,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Star Department,
The Young Rascals,
Severed Heads,
Los Fastidios,
T. Rex,
A Certain Ratio,
Bush Tetras,
Wasted Youth,
Moss Icon,
The Gories,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scientists,
Nation of Ulysses,
Black Flag,
MC5,
Bob Dylan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Aloha Tigers,
Tom Boy,
The Searchers,
Infiniti,
Fear,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pagans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Reagan Youth,
Lucky Dragons,
Con Funk Shun,
JFA,
The Kinks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.