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 Luxembourg and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the organ 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 Organ to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The J.B.'s,
Deepchord,
Eurythmics,
The Standells,
Ken Boothe,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Slave,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wolf Eyes,
Animal Collective,
Bad Manners,
KRS-One,
The Move,
the Bar-Kays,
Lalann,
Neu!,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Erasure,
Eden Ahbez,
10cc,
the Human League,
Nik Kershaw,
Rakim,
Procol Harum,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rufus Thomas,
Kevin Saunderson,
Technova,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dave Gahan,
Camouflage,
Duran Duran,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Raincoats,
Gabor Szabo,
the Soft Cell,
Danielle Patucci,
Cabaret Voltaire,
cv313,
Nils Olav,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
K-Klass,
Dawn Penn,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mission of Burma,
John Lydon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Funkadelic,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Mummies,
The Blues Magoos,
The Litter,
Slick Rick,
The Happenings,
Television,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.