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 Kazakhstan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Al Stewart to the electroclash 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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Al Stewart,
Porter Ricks,
Nas,
Stereo Dub,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roy Ayers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Aural Exciters,
Joyce Sims,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
World's Most,
the Swans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Barry Ungar,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Alphaville,
Malaria!,
Danielle Patucci,
Lalann,
Pulsallama,
Rod Modell,
Bobby Hutcherson,
K-Klass,
The Birthday Party,
Q and Not U,
Minny Pops,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Associates,
Black Moon,
The Human League,
Connie Case,
Joensuu 1685,
Heaven 17,
Inner City,
Mad Mike,
OOIOO,
ABC,
Saccharine Trust,
China Crisis,
Derrick Morgan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gang Starr,
Avey Tare,
Main Source,
Severed Heads,
Bizarre Inc.,
Minnie Riperton,
Glambeats Corp.,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Misunderstood,
New Order,
Soft Machine,
Stetsasonic,
The Sound,
F. McDonald,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.