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 Antigua and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Litter to the crunk 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet 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 theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mr. Review,
Suicide,
K-Klass,
Dark Day,
a-ha,
Maurizio,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Moleskins,
Andrew Hill,
Joensuu 1685,
the Normal,
Tears for Fears,
Kurtis Blow,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Pus,
Livin' Joy,
The Seeds,
Fugazi,
Loose Ends,
X-101,
Swell Maps,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bad Manners,
Funky Four + One,
Gichy Dan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dawn Penn,
Big Daddy Kane,
D'Angelo,
Glenn Branca,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jawbox,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Intrusion,
Barrington Levy,
Sun Ra,
Alphaville,
Mars,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eric Dolphy,
Japan,
The Slits,
the Germs,
Susan Cadogan,
kango's stein massive,
Con Funk Shun,
Cameo,
Nils Olav,
One Last Wish,
The Alarm Clocks,
Arthur Verocai,
Organ,
Black Bananas,
Gregory Isaacs,
Easy Going,
Marshall Jefferson,
Supertramp,
The Selecter,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.