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 Egypt and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the crunk 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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and an organ 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 clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Accadde A,
FM Einheit,
cv313,
Quantec,
Dennis Brown,
Mars,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
John Lydon,
Robert Wyatt,
The Real Kids,
The Cowsills,
The Invisible,
The J.B.'s,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Swell Maps,
Al Stewart,
Absolute Body Control,
Radio Birdman,
Ken Boothe,
Joyce Sims,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Germs,
The Remains,
Hardrive,
The Seeds,
In Retrospect,
Morten Harket,
E-Dancer,
Young Marble Giants,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lightning Bolt,
Grandmaster Flash,
Susan Cadogan,
Sun Ra,
the Bar-Kays,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fugazi,
Yellowson,
Adolescents,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Moleskins,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Trumans Water,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Evens,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sandy B,
Tears for Fears,
The Fire Engines,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Banda Bassotti,
Gong,
Ultra Naté,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Slackers,
Davy DMX,
Eden Ahbez,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.