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 Dominica and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Joensuu 1685 to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a snare 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 arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Donald Byrd,
The Slackers,
Groovy Waters,
Reuben Wilson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Brick,
The Dead C,
Easy Going,
Can,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Skarface,
the Germs,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Index,
Funkadelic,
Liliput,
Terry Callier,
Tears for Fears,
Black Flag,
Gichy Dan,
Schoolly D,
Average White Band,
Lyres,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rosa Yemen,
Severed Heads,
Lindisfarne,
Matthew Halsall,
Donny Hathaway,
ABC,
Qualms,
Pylon,
Blancmange,
Morten Harket,
Fela Kuti,
Sixth Finger,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tubeway Army,
Roxette,
Eli Mardock,
Inner City,
Jeff Lynne,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Neu!,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joensuu 1685,
Erykah Badu,
Smog,
Moby Grape,
Ohio Players,
Mission of Burma,
The Black Dice,
Eric Dolphy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sonny Sharrock,
Audionom,
Robert Wyatt,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.