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 Solomon Islands and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 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 mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Agitation Free,
Saccharine Trust,
Kayak,
The New Christs,
K-Klass,
Amon Düül,
Yaz,
The Martian,
The Angels of Light,
Neu!,
LL Cool J,
Eli Mardock,
The Star Department,
The Fuzztones,
Ultravox,
Stockholm Monsters,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cecil Taylor,
Drive Like Jehu,
Roy Ayers,
Outsiders,
Panda Bear,
Duran Duran,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rosa Yemen,
Circle Jerks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Cowsills,
Tommy Roe,
Glambeats Corp.,
Andrew Hill,
Skaos,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Trojans,
Graham Central Station,
Amon Düül II,
F. McDonald,
Dennis Brown,
Quadrant,
Max Romeo,
UT,
Anakelly,
10cc,
Maurizio,
David McCallum,
Agent Orange,
Rhythm & Sound,
Desert Stars,
Tim Buckley,
The Misunderstood,
The Golliwogs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Slick Rick,
John Holt,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Metal Thangz,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rites of Spring,
The Neon Judgement,
Moebius,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.