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 Namibia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 the Bar-Kays to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin 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 organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lakeside,
Eric Copeland,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Camouflage,
Silicon Teens,
Shoche,
June of 44,
Delon & Dalcan,
Index,
The Kinks,
Television Personalities,
Maurizio,
Eurythmics,
The Gladiators,
Jacob Miller,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Talk Talk,
Skarface,
Sparks,
Robert Hood,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ronnie Foster,
The Slits,
Matthew Bourne,
Charles Mingus,
The Gap Band,
Black Bananas,
The Flesh Eaters,
Iggy Pop,
Max Romeo,
X-Ray Spex,
Babytalk,
Matthew Halsall,
Erasure,
Michelle Simonal,
the Human League,
The Dead C,
Mars,
Bauhaus,
Ronan,
Minny Pops,
Peter and Kerry,
Dead Boys,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mo-Dettes,
David Axelrod,
Excepter,
Radiohead,
The Durutti Column,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Blackbyrds,
Donny Hathaway,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Mojo Men,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.