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 Malawi and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 K-Klass to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and an oboe 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 linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Pussy Galore,
Man Parrish,
The Buckinghams,
Kenny Larkin,
The Doobie Brothers,
Archie Shepp,
Bang On A Can,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rotary Connection,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Echospace,
Porter Ricks,
Cymande,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Robert Görl,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Remains,
Idris Muhammad,
Gabor Szabo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Guru Guru,
Television Personalities,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jawbox,
Freddie Wadling,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Human League,
The Music Machine,
Model 500,
The Zeros,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Residents,
The Shadows of Knight,
Blossom Toes,
Barbara Tucker,
The Electric Prunes,
Harry Pussy,
Moebius,
Sonny Sharrock,
Glenn Branca,
Deakin,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joey Negro,
Angry Samoans,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Velvet Underground,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ultravox,
Joy Division,
The Index,
The Monks,
The Neon Judgement,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cameo,
The Real Kids,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Reuben Wilson,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.