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 Calgary.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Salvador.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Los Fastidios to the rock 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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum 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 guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Blancmange,
Mary Jane Girls,
Zapp,
the Swans,
Fugazi,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
PIL,
Gang of Four,
Howard Jones,
The Fugs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Sonics,
E-Dancer,
Joe Finger,
Agitation Free,
Mr. Review,
Circle Jerks,
Black Bananas,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marc Almond,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Grass Roots,
The Detroit Cobras,
Aswad,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Blackbyrds,
Khruangbin,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pierre Henry,
Vainqueur,
Supertramp,
Jawbox,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lou Christie,
The Seeds,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bluetip,
Half Japanese,
Danielle Patucci,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Todd Rundgren,
The Vogues,
Scion,
the Normal,
Neil Young,
Metal Thangz,
Underground Resistance,
The Monochrome Set,
the Human League,
The Selecter,
Parry Music,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eric Dolphy,
Motorama,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Colin Newman,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wolf Eyes,
Shuggie Otis,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.