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 Lesotho and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kool Moe Dee to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet 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 rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Heaven 17,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ken Boothe,
Matthew Bourne,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Porter Ricks,
The Busters,
Rod Modell,
Newcleus,
The Divine Comedy,
Dual Sessions,
Harry Pussy,
Ornette Coleman,
David Bowie,
Amon Düül,
Make Up,
Flamin' Groovies,
Oneida,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Cramps,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Absolute Body Control,
cv313,
Gang of Four,
Barbara Tucker,
Roy Ayers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Swans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scrapy,
Wally Richardson,
Rufus Thomas,
Cybotron,
The Blackbyrds,
the Fania All-Stars,
Trumans Water,
Public Image Ltd.,
Warren Ellis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lungfish,
Chris & Cosey,
Cheater Slicks,
Quadrant,
Procol Harum,
The Slackers,
The American Breed,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wasted Youth,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Gladiators,
One Last Wish,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Visage,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Modern Lovers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Simply Red,
Soulsonic Force,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.