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 Vietnam and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lightning Bolt to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba 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 theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
The Selecter,
Whodini,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Second Layer,
The Misunderstood,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gong,
Infiniti,
The Busters,
Donald Byrd,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Matthew Bourne,
Oneida,
the Association,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The New Christs,
Matthew Halsall,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lindisfarne,
Royal Trux,
Black Pus,
The Happenings,
These Immortal Souls,
Liliput,
Roger Hodgson,
The Birthday Party,
Wings,
Warsaw,
MDC,
Metal Thangz,
Fat Boys,
Minny Pops,
Rakim,
Neu!,
The Knickerbockers,
Godley & Creme,
The Mummies,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Deepchord,
The Human League,
Absolute Body Control,
Pierre Henry,
Hardrive,
Oblivians,
Pylon,
the Sonics,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Little Man,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Blackbyrds,
the Swans,
Malaria!,
New Order,
Joey Negro,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.