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 Eritrea and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Salvador.
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 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Rotary Connection to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe 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 clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Country Teasers,
David McCallum,
Marine Girls,
Rekid,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Letta Mbulu,
Q and Not U,
The Move,
The Red Krayola,
Swans,
June Days,
Electric Prunes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Deepchord,
the Bar-Kays,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Excepter,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Moby Grape,
World's Most,
Tears for Fears,
Simply Red,
Connie Case,
Sam Rivers,
The Tremeloes,
The Angels of Light,
Deadbeat,
Siglo XX,
Echospace,
Visage,
Skarface,
Khruangbin,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scion,
The Buckinghams,
Dawn Penn,
Grey Daturas,
Delon & Dalcan,
Peter and Kerry,
Schoolly D,
The Selecter,
The Mojo Men,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Count Five,
Neu!,
Mars,
Glenn Branca,
Hasil Adkins,
Maurizio,
Popol Vuh,
Hardrive,
Donald Byrd,
Ponytail,
Essential Logic,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joe Smooth,
Ken Boothe,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.