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 Tonga and from Winnipeg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sister Nancy to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron 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 spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
KRS-One,
Brothers Johnson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Star Department,
Fluxion,
Donald Byrd,
Fat Boys,
Toni Rubio,
Barbara Tucker,
Lightning Bolt,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Blues Magoos,
The Slackers,
U.S. Maple,
Liliput,
New York Dolls,
Young Marble Giants,
Cheater Slicks,
Chrome,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Von Mondo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Doors,
Gang Starr,
Freddie Wadling,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Y Pants,
Dorothy Ashby,
Morten Harket,
Robert Wyatt,
Tom Boy,
The Cramps,
Archie Shepp,
Sight & Sound,
B.T. Express,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Depeche Mode,
Rufus Thomas,
the Soft Cell,
Gichy Dan,
Pagans,
Funkadelic,
Al Stewart,
The Gladiators,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Radiohead,
Soft Machine,
Nik Kershaw,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scan 7,
Soul Sonic Force,
F. McDonald,
Pere Ubu,
Jerry's Kids,
Metal Thangz,
John Holt,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bush Tetras,
Gong,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.