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 Korea North and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Main Source to the crunk 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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a harpsichord 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Accadde A,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lightning Bolt,
The Move,
The Index,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Moebius,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Amon Düül II,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Sound,
Basic Channel,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rites of Spring,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Dead C,
Television Personalities,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Pop Group,
LL Cool J,
John Lydon,
Swans,
Duran Duran,
Idris Muhammad,
Jacob Miller,
The Seeds,
Scrapy,
F. McDonald,
Boogie Down Productions,
Flamin' Groovies,
The New Christs,
Wasted Youth,
Severed Heads,
Aural Exciters,
Vladislav Delay,
Donny Hathaway,
The Leaves,
Hardrive,
Bad Manners,
Tres Demented,
Harmonia,
Crash Course in Science,
Subhumans,
Altered Images,
Jeru the Damaja,
Anakelly,
Grey Daturas,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
MDC,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mars,
Deadbeat,
DJ Sneak,
UT,
Letta Mbulu,
Althea and Donna,
Dawn Penn,
Bronski Beat,
Shuggie Otis,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.