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 San Marino and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Josef K to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe 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 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Marshall Jefferson,
Al Stewart,
Q65,
Procol Harum,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Peter & Gordon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Golliwogs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
John Foxx,
Schoolly D,
LL Cool J,
The Mummies,
Matthew Bourne,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mad Mike,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Y Pants,
Black Moon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Barbara Tucker,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Byron Stingily,
Sun Ra,
Von Mondo,
the Fania All-Stars,
F. McDonald,
Gregory Isaacs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Techniques,
The Remains,
Matthew Halsall,
Blossom Toes,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Tremeloes,
OOIOO,
Yellowson,
X-Ray Spex,
Yazoo,
Sex Pistols,
One Last Wish,
Jerry's Kids,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Little Man,
Tom Boy,
Maleditus Sound,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Hashim,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marmalade,
Audionom,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Offenders,
FM Einheit,
Frankie Knuckles,
Alton Ellis,
Wire,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.