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 Malaysia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Inner City to the grunge 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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Seeds,
The Buckinghams,
The Detroit Cobras,
Grey Daturas,
Kayak,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sound Behaviour,
Bobby Sherman,
This Heat,
Q and Not U,
Nick Fraelich,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Dave Clark Five,
Supertramp,
Mary Jane Girls,
Infiniti,
Spoonie Gee,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wolf Eyes,
Nils Olav,
JFA,
Eddi Front,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scott Walker,
The Beau Brummels,
The Fuzztones,
The Grass Roots,
Cymande,
Alphaville,
Eric Dolphy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Cure,
Royal Trux,
Parry Music,
The Cramps,
Andrew Hill,
The Vogues,
Yazoo,
a-ha,
Mandrill,
The Velvet Underground,
Morten Harket,
Eric Copeland,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tubeway Army,
Reuben Wilson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cluster,
Rufus Thomas,
The Dirtbombs,
CMW,
Icehouse,
Marc Almond,
Au Pairs,
Brass Construction,
The Modern Lovers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Kinks,
Anakelly,
Rakim,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.