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 Montenegro and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bauhaus to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 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 harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Monolake,
Absolute Body Control,
Michelle Simonal,
Sound Behaviour,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tom Boy,
Sister Nancy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Public Image Ltd.,
The United States of America,
New Age Steppers,
Infiniti,
Idris Muhammad,
The American Breed,
Donny Hathaway,
Scientists,
Ludus,
The Last Poets,
Mark Hollis,
D'Angelo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Minnie Riperton,
Sarah Menescal,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Trojans,
Matthew Halsall,
Scratch Acid,
Morten Harket,
The Martian,
Arcadia,
The Offenders,
Qualms,
The Victims,
Lucky Dragons,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Minny Pops,
H. Thieme,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Music Machine,
The Names,
Unwound,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Cowsills,
Rosa Yemen,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Smiths,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Litter,
Jandek,
The Alarm Clocks,
John Cale,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Mojo Men,
Eric Copeland,
The Angels of Light,
Black Flag,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.