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 Guinea and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the punk 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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum 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 güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Rotary Connection,
Clear Light,
Public Enemy,
Q65,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Slits,
The Fall,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scan 7,
Susan Cadogan,
Aural Exciters,
Shuggie Otis,
Pole,
Harpers Bizarre,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
AZ,
EPMD,
Joe Smooth,
Sparks,
The Fugs,
K-Klass,
Harmonia,
The Fuzztones,
Quando Quango,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Unrelated Segments,
a-ha,
Organ,
The Human League,
Harry Pussy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joe Finger,
Jerry's Kids,
Simply Red,
Mad Mike,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Country Teasers,
The Gap Band,
The United States of America,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Y Pants,
Cal Tjader,
Model 500,
Los Fastidios,
Public Image Ltd.,
Desert Stars,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jeff Lynne,
MC5,
Curtis Mayfield,
Todd Terry,
Spandau Ballet,
The Invisible,
Marine Girls,
The Skatalites,
Franke,
The Buckinghams,
Avey Tare,
Silicon Teens,
The Litter,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.