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 Argentina and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kerrie Biddell to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Warsaw,
Yazoo,
Yusef Lateef,
Todd Terry,
June of 44,
Spoonie Gee,
Panda Bear,
Ohio Players,
Donny Hathaway,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Robert Hood,
Lou Reed,
Radiopuhelimet,
B.T. Express,
Josef K,
The Music Machine,
The Victims,
The Wake,
The American Breed,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Neu!,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Steve Hackett,
Eve St. Jones,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
DJ Sneak,
Aloha Tigers,
The Slackers,
Rosa Yemen,
Rakim,
Sex Pistols,
Soft Cell,
Peter and Kerry,
Throbbing Gristle,
PIL,
The Move,
Sonic Youth,
AZ,
The Electric Prunes,
Negative Approach,
The Star Department,
Thee Headcoats,
Junior Murvin,
Zapp,
Blancmange,
Aaron Thompson,
Niagra,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Public Enemy,
Bad Manners,
Intrusion,
T.S.O.L.,
The Vogues,
Siglo XX,
The Cowsills,
Livin' Joy,
Scott Walker,
Cecil Taylor,
F. McDonald,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Heaven 17,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.