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 Andorra and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sixth Finger to the funk 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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and an oboe 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 snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Animal Collective,
Liliput,
The Doors,
B.T. Express,
Ronnie Foster,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mars,
Bobby Womack,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Pretty Things,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Young Rascals,
Anakelly,
Darondo,
Barrington Levy,
Skaos,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jacques Brel,
K-Klass,
The Toasters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Stetsasonic,
Deadbeat,
Rekid,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Aswad,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bootsy Collins,
Sister Nancy,
Tres Demented,
Frankie Knuckles,
Unwound,
The Pop Group,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Trumans Water,
The Stooges,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Birthday Party,
Soft Machine,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Agent Orange,
R.M.O.,
Arab on Radar,
Kas Product,
Agitation Free,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marc Almond,
Drexciya,
the Association,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Move,
Matthew Halsall,
Letta Mbulu,
Junior Murvin,
The Five Americans,
Warsaw,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.