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 South Africa and from New York.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Max Romeo to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Vladislav Delay,
Kenny Larkin,
The Pretty Things,
The Misunderstood,
Bob Dylan,
Newcleus,
The Neon Judgement,
Sun City Girls,
E-Dancer,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Public Enemy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Quadrant,
Buzzcocks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lalann,
Ossler,
Rapeman,
Soul II Soul,
Pussy Galore,
The Moleskins,
The Velvet Underground,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Organ,
Pole,
Michelle Simonal,
Cymande,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lucky Dragons,
The Trojans,
Piero Umiliani,
The Buckinghams,
Loose Ends,
Audionom,
Ponytail,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Shuggie Otis,
Gabor Szabo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wolf Eyes,
Massinfluence,
Fatback Band,
Scrapy,
Shoche,
The Mojo Men,
Funkadelic,
Q and Not U,
Television Personalities,
Gichy Dan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fat Boys,
Stiv Bators,
Infiniti,
Flipper,
Wings,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Motions,
The Fire Engines,
Tim Buckley,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.