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 Mexico and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Funky Four + One to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a sitar 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 rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
KRS-One,
Saccharine Trust,
Symarip,
The Velvet Underground,
The Residents,
Jerry's Kids,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Remains,
Ohio Players,
Don Cherry,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Clear Light,
Joe Smooth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
DJ Style,
Slick Rick,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Banda Bassotti,
Chris & Cosey,
Prince Buster,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Darondo,
Technova,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Swell Maps,
Sexual Harrassment,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
T.S.O.L.,
Vladislav Delay,
Moss Icon,
Visage,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Andrew Hill,
Eve St. Jones,
Monks,
Delta 5,
The Gun Club,
Scrapy,
U.S. Maple,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Bananas,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Robert Hood,
Unrelated Segments,
Minor Threat,
June Days,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tommy Roe,
Flash Fearless,
Marine Girls,
The Smiths,
Rites of Spring,
Eden Ahbez,
The Beau Brummels,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.