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 Ecuador and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Mission of Burma to the rock 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb 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 organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Cure,
Gichy Dan,
Fugazi,
Skarface,
Prince Buster,
Eden Ahbez,
X-101,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Red Krayola,
Cheater Slicks,
The Misunderstood,
DNA,
The Music Machine,
The Offenders,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Swans,
Sixth Finger,
Arab on Radar,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Count Five,
Harry Pussy,
The Zeros,
Maurizio,
Neil Young,
Ultravox,
Gang of Four,
The Doors,
The Trojans,
Pole,
Kenny Larkin,
John Coltrane,
Mad Mike,
Cymande,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Country Teasers,
Leonard Cohen,
The Fortunes,
The Blues Magoos,
U.S. Maple,
Mark Hollis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Grauzone,
Erykah Badu,
Los Fastidios,
Boz Scaggs,
Sonic Youth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bauhaus,
Underground Resistance,
Ash Ra Tempel,
E-Dancer,
Donald Byrd,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Intrusion,
Main Source,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Al Stewart,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.