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 Libya and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ludus to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum 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 arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sarah Menescal,
Grandmaster Flash,
Byron Stingily,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Tropical Tobacco,
The J.B.'s,
DJ Sneak,
Pole,
Fatback Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Groovy Waters,
Oblivians,
Cluster,
The Toasters,
a-ha,
Minny Pops,
Moby Grape,
ABC,
The Moleskins,
Brand Nubian,
DJ Style,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Michelle Simonal,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Martian,
The Fall,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
New Order,
Neu!,
Black Flag,
The Zeros,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wolf Eyes,
Aloha Tigers,
Chris Corsano,
Pharoah Sanders,
ABBA,
Zapp,
Nirvana,
Darondo,
Maurizio,
The Happenings,
Clear Light,
Motorama,
Bluetip,
Lightning Bolt,
Hot Snakes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Dave Clark Five,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Gladiators,
Deepchord,
the Soft Cell,
Sister Nancy,
Television Personalities,
Section 25,
Unrelated Segments,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.