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 Burkina and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Archie Shepp to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron 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 sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fad Gadget,
The Fugs,
The Associates,
Graham Central Station,
Bobby Sherman,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Buckinghams,
Camouflage,
Public Enemy,
Colin Newman,
The Martian,
Moby Grape,
Hoover,
Parry Music,
Gang Starr,
Pantaleimon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lindisfarne,
the Swans,
Shuggie Otis,
48th St. Collective,
Boz Scaggs,
Sugar Minott,
Bobby Womack,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fluxion,
Prince Buster,
Babytalk,
Jacob Miller,
The Gun Club,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Qualms,
Scion,
Godley & Creme,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Names,
Yaz,
Average White Band,
Main Source,
Lalo Schifrin,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Real Kids,
New York Dolls,
Ultravox,
Black Flag,
ABBA,
Nick Fraelich,
Kevin Saunderson,
Amazonics,
Ken Boothe,
The Kinks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sex Pistols,
Underground Resistance,
Swans,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Young Rascals,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.