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 Spain and from Columbus.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord 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 Heaven 17 to the crunk 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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and a chamberlin 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 a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Carl Craig,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jacob Miller,
Flipper,
The Tremeloes,
Easy Going,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Red Krayola,
The Victims,
Donny Hathaway,
Tom Boy,
ABBA,
Dave Gahan,
Visage,
The Birthday Party,
Audionom,
Yusef Lateef,
Dead Boys,
E-Dancer,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Main Source,
Supertramp,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Television,
Dark Day,
Stereo Dub,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Animal Collective,
Schoolly D,
Marc Almond,
Kas Product,
Joyce Sims,
Liliput,
Amon Düül,
PIL,
Maleditus Sound,
Skriet,
Spandau Ballet,
X-101,
Lungfish,
Nick Fraelich,
Procol Harum,
Deadbeat,
The Standells,
Terry Callier,
Adolescents,
Nirvana,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Germs,
The Music Machine,
Mr. Review,
Dennis Brown,
Monks,
Porter Ricks,
Yazoo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.