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 Cape Verde and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe 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 linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Neil Young,
Absolute Body Control,
Scientists,
Max Romeo,
MDC,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bootsy Collins,
EPMD,
The Misunderstood,
Amazonics,
Agitation Free,
The Moleskins,
Cal Tjader,
Main Source,
Fat Boys,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ten City,
The Cramps,
Joey Negro,
The Real Kids,
Andrew Hill,
X-101,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Arthur Verocai,
Jeff Mills,
L. Decosne,
the Association,
Negative Approach,
The Cure,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lee Hazlewood,
Yusef Lateef,
The Angels of Light,
Nik Kershaw,
Boredoms,
The Motions,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Stooges,
Erasure,
Jandek,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Harry Pussy,
Niagra,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
China Crisis,
The Dirtbombs,
Unwound,
John Holt,
These Immortal Souls,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Procol Harum,
Average White Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Alphaville,
Mars,
Zero Boys,
Second Layer,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.