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 Namibia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 clarinet 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 Alison Limerick to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a güiro 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 snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Deakin,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Iggy Pop,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Real Kids,
The Busters,
Black Moon,
The Evens,
Gastr Del Sol,
Panda Bear,
Minny Pops,
Organ,
Suicide,
Slick Rick,
Mark Hollis,
Wire,
U.S. Maple,
Lindisfarne,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dark Day,
The Fugs,
Max Romeo,
X-Ray Spex,
Sandy B,
Quadrant,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Camouflage,
The Blues Magoos,
Jeff Mills,
Aswad,
Roger Hodgson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Con Funk Shun,
The Fire Engines,
China Crisis,
Newcleus,
Moby Grape,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Skaos,
Eden Ahbez,
Donny Hathaway,
David Axelrod,
The Grass Roots,
Technova,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pantytec,
Yazoo,
Underground Resistance,
Eric Copeland,
Eurythmics,
the Normal,
Rakim,
The Stooges,
Al Stewart,
MC5,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wally Richardson,
Arab on Radar,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.