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 Colombia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Remains to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer 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 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Big Daddy Kane,
LL Cool J,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Agitation Free,
Warsaw,
Minnie Riperton,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fluxion,
Magazine,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Whodini,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gang Starr,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fat Boys,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bobby Womack,
Tropical Tobacco,
Prince Buster,
X-101,
Bauhaus,
Black Sheep,
the Normal,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bush Tetras,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Danielle Patucci,
Joe Smooth,
Matthew Bourne,
Country Teasers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Black Pus,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Residents,
Jandek,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Alarm Clocks,
Leonard Cohen,
The Red Krayola,
Jeru the Damaja,
Procol Harum,
Deakin,
Swans,
Con Funk Shun,
Erykah Badu,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wally Richardson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Icehouse,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Audionom,
Neil Young,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rotary Connection,
the Sonics,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.