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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer 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 mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Soulsonic Force,
Y Pants,
Sixth Finger,
The Slackers,
David McCallum,
Organ,
Harpers Bizarre,
Delta 5,
The Shadows of Knight,
Spoonie Gee,
Bauhaus,
New Age Steppers,
DJ Style,
Amon Düül II,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Essential Logic,
Lindisfarne,
Roy Ayers,
The Pretty Things,
X-101,
Todd Rundgren,
Ludus,
Nils Olav,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Monks,
Robert Görl,
Jeff Mills,
Donald Byrd,
Marc Almond,
Neu!,
Marine Girls,
The Invisible,
La Düsseldorf,
Dennis Brown,
Lalo Schifrin,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scientists,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Faust,
The Electric Prunes,
Andrew Hill,
Cybotron,
Rapeman,
Blancmange,
Loose Ends,
Quando Quango,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Oblivians,
Lucky Dragons,
Glenn Branca,
Michelle Simonal,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Misunderstood,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bobby Sherman,
10cc,
Derrick May,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.