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 Austria 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron 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 The Wake to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord 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 synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Fortunes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gichy Dan,
Rod Modell,
Fat Boys,
Blake Baxter,
The Gories,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Leonard Cohen,
DJ Style,
The Last Poets,
Reagan Youth,
John Lydon,
Supertramp,
Q and Not U,
Swell Maps,
The Searchers,
Albert Ayler,
Ituana,
Flipper,
Sight & Sound,
Shuggie Otis,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Skatalites,
The Modern Lovers,
Bang On A Can,
Marc Almond,
Underground Resistance,
New Order,
Wings,
Yusef Lateef,
Barrington Levy,
Guru Guru,
Warren Ellis,
Public Image Ltd.,
Yaz,
The Remains,
Radiohead,
Janne Schatter,
Donald Byrd,
Max Romeo,
Saccharine Trust,
Charles Mingus,
David Bowie,
Flash Fearless,
The Selecter,
Peter & Gordon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
K-Klass,
T. Rex,
Los Fastidios,
Amon Düül II,
Rekid,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tubeway Army,
Young Marble Giants,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.