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 Jordan and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Siglo XX to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar 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 a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
X-Ray Spex,
Theoretical Girls,
Niagra,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Saints,
Franke,
Boredoms,
Scan 7,
Bob Dylan,
The Fuzztones,
Minutemen,
Bill Near,
Flipper,
The Divine Comedy,
Ponytail,
The Evens,
Sight & Sound,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Moody Blues,
This Heat,
Newcleus,
Bush Tetras,
Black Pus,
Goldenarms,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Frankie Knuckles,
Country Teasers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kayak,
Silicon Teens,
8 Eyed Spy,
Judy Mowatt,
Scientists,
Gichy Dan,
Underground Resistance,
Joyce Sims,
Roxette,
The Young Rascals,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Carl Craig,
DNA,
Kurtis Blow,
Animal Collective,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sarah Menescal,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mr. Review,
Bang On A Can,
Ultra Naté,
Negative Approach,
Lou Reed,
Japan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pere Ubu,
MDC,
the Soft Cell,
Anakelly,
Eve St. Jones,
Fat Boys,
Jeff Mills,
Kas Product,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.