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 Palau and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 KRS-One to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 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?
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Bar-Kays,
Max Romeo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Archie Shepp,
Swell Maps,
The Busters,
Motorama,
The Fortunes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Infiniti,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
CMW,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Golliwogs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Albert Ayler,
Flash Fearless,
Agitation Free,
Chris & Cosey,
The Pretty Things,
Darondo,
Davy DMX,
Peter & Gordon,
The Fire Engines,
The Raincoats,
Kerri Chandler,
Toni Rubio,
Outsiders,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Swans,
Sister Nancy,
Shoche,
Joyce Sims,
New Age Steppers,
Amon Düül II,
The Skatalites,
Dennis Brown,
Johnny Clarke,
The Grass Roots,
Lou Reed,
The Birthday Party,
Trumans Water,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Circle Jerks,
Hashim,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Steve Hackett,
Absolute Body Control,
Kaleidoscope,
Lyres,
Scientists,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Gladiators,
Minutemen,
the Normal,
Howard Jones,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.