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 Germany and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Mumbai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Association to the grunge 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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Radio Birdman,
The Evens,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Human League,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Cowsills,
Bad Manners,
Eric Copeland,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Shadows of Knight,
Guru Guru,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Gladiators,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gang Starr,
Skriet,
Laurel Aitken,
Technova,
Marshall Jefferson,
Todd Terry,
Model 500,
Agitation Free,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jimmy McGriff,
Urselle,
Jacob Miller,
Bootsy Collins,
The Victims,
Monks,
The Fortunes,
Black Sheep,
Rod Modell,
Bluetip,
The Modern Lovers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Duran Duran,
Roxy Music,
Fluxion,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Godley & Creme,
Crooked Eye,
The J.B.'s,
Young Marble Giants,
The Skatalites,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Patti Smith,
John Coltrane,
James White and The Blacks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ituana,
Blancmange,
Angry Samoans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gil Scott Heron,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.