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 Peru and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review 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 punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar 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 marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Tim Buckley,
EPMD,
Surgeon,
Trumans Water,
Electric Prunes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Bar-Kays,
Cheater Slicks,
Wire,
Crispian St. Peters,
Drive Like Jehu,
Chris Corsano,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Slits,
The Saints,
The Buckinghams,
Michelle Simonal,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mark Hollis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Saccharine Trust,
Accadde A,
Liliput,
Lakeside,
Aswad,
Tears for Fears,
Los Fastidios,
Nick Fraelich,
Urselle,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kayak,
Crash Course in Science,
Faust,
Gerry Rafferty,
8 Eyed Spy,
D'Angelo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mandrill,
Blancmange,
Lucky Dragons,
The Five Americans,
Barry Ungar,
Idris Muhammad,
Rod Modell,
T.S.O.L.,
The Zeros,
Leonard Cohen,
Agent Orange,
Oblivians,
The Red Krayola,
The Gories,
Ronnie Foster,
Boogie Down Productions,
Suburban Knight,
Sam Rivers,
Guru Guru,
The Pretty Things,
Skaos,
Japan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.