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 Ecuador and from Beijing.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Andrew Hill to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum 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 arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Los Fastidios,
Scan 7,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
ABC,
Das Ding,
The Motions,
Max Romeo,
Y Pants,
Quando Quango,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gichy Dan,
Clear Light,
Black Sheep,
The Fuzztones,
Blake Baxter,
Section 25,
Mr. Review,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Robert Hood,
New Age Steppers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Carl Craig,
Minor Threat,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bootsy Collins,
Main Source,
Pere Ubu,
Sparks,
Soulsonic Force,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Patti Smith,
Bluetip,
the Slits,
Magma,
This Heat,
The Gap Band,
June Days,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nik Kershaw,
Underground Resistance,
Harpers Bizarre,
Crooked Eye,
DNA,
Marcia Griffiths,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Supertramp,
Stereo Dub,
Depeche Mode,
Unrelated Segments,
Ice-T,
Roxette,
Moss Icon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Kinks,
Peter and Kerry,
Mad Mike,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.