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 Azerbaijan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer 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 oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Zapp,
E-Dancer,
Pierre Henry,
Ultra Naté,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pagans,
The Five Americans,
Oblivians,
Supertramp,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Cowsills,
Average White Band,
Outsiders,
The Skatalites,
Visage,
Junior Murvin,
The Grass Roots,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Sonics,
Neil Young,
Skriet,
Patti Smith,
The Beau Brummels,
DJ Style,
Idris Muhammad,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Monks,
Parry Music,
Danielle Patucci,
The Associates,
Amon Düül,
Hot Snakes,
The Leaves,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lightning Bolt,
Metal Thangz,
Nik Kershaw,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marine Girls,
Dark Day,
Joey Negro,
Icehouse,
Jacob Miller,
Slave,
Matthew Halsall,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Association,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Symarip,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Curtis Mayfield,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Siglo XX,
Godley & Creme,
Wasted Youth,
La Düsseldorf,
K-Klass,
The Fire Engines,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Sonics,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.