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 Comoros and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Cymande to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a clarinet and a rhodes 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Hashim,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Tremeloes,
Isaac Hayes,
Duran Duran,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Todd Rundgren,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lucky Dragons,
Von Mondo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nirvana,
Urselle,
ABBA,
The Dirtbombs,
Lower 48,
X-102,
Minutemen,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gang Green,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Sonics,
The Buckinghams,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Star Department,
Todd Terry,
Hasil Adkins,
Half Japanese,
Gastr Del Sol,
Harry Pussy,
Harmonia,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Skarface,
Nas,
Dead Boys,
Wally Richardson,
Brothers Johnson,
Roger Hodgson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kool Moe Dee,
New York Dolls,
Soulsonic Force,
The Velvet Underground,
Chris & Cosey,
Deadbeat,
In Retrospect,
Con Funk Shun,
Babytalk,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Main Source,
Jandek,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pagans,
Kurtis Blow,
Swell Maps,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Smoke,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.