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 Dominica and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 rhodes 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 This Heat to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Public Image Ltd.,
Neil Young,
The Mighty Diamonds,
F. McDonald,
8 Eyed Spy,
Alphaville,
Essential Logic,
Wasted Youth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Suicide,
Model 500,
David Axelrod,
Mad Mike,
Lungfish,
Crash Course in Science,
June Days,
The Blackbyrds,
The Offenders,
This Heat,
Gong,
The Tremeloes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Camberwell Now,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Flipper,
Black Flag,
Terry Callier,
Toni Rubio,
The Electric Prunes,
10cc,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Babytalk,
Symarip,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ken Boothe,
Joyce Sims,
Kurtis Blow,
The New Christs,
MDC,
Minny Pops,
Unrelated Segments,
Hardrive,
Joensuu 1685,
Faust,
Monolake,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Junior Murvin,
the Association,
Harmonia,
Slick Rick,
The United States of America,
Marine Girls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joey Negro,
Harry Pussy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scan 7,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.