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 Thailand and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Columbus.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Brothers Johnson to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scratch Acid,
Cymande,
These Immortal Souls,
The Red Krayola,
L. Decosne,
10cc,
Tres Demented,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Groovy Waters,
Nas,
Jeff Mills,
Surgeon,
Bizarre Inc.,
The New Christs,
The Kinks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Sound,
Average White Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Subhumans,
The Cowsills,
The Offenders,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eric Copeland,
Harpers Bizarre,
X-101,
Boredoms,
Make Up,
Smog,
The Grass Roots,
Supertramp,
Monks,
Donny Hathaway,
Lindisfarne,
Bobby Sherman,
Grey Daturas,
Spandau Ballet,
New Age Steppers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rakim,
Funkadelic,
Radio Birdman,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kurtis Blow,
Lou Reed,
Eurythmics,
CMW,
Scott Walker,
the Bar-Kays,
Wally Richardson,
Cecil Taylor,
Ultravox,
Roxette,
Pulsallama,
Sight & Sound,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.