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 Marshall Islands and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 808 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the crunk 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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar 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 clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Organ,
Darondo,
Peter & Gordon,
The Walker Brothers,
Sound Behaviour,
Todd Rundgren,
Nico,
The Mojo Men,
Hasil Adkins,
Todd Terry,
Gang Starr,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gang Green,
Dawn Penn,
The Leaves,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fugazi,
Thee Headcoats,
Ituana,
Godley & Creme,
E-Dancer,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Buzzcocks,
Sex Pistols,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bobby Byrd,
The Smoke,
Mr. Review,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Cure,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
cv313,
The Doors,
Colin Newman,
the Sonics,
Tubeway Army,
Anakelly,
The Standells,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kerrie Biddell,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Patti Smith,
Silicon Teens,
Section 25,
Johnny Clarke,
Moby Grape,
Camouflage,
The Pretty Things,
The Barracudas,
D'Angelo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Maleditus Sound,
Hashim,
Al Stewart,
Soulsonic Force,
Easy Going,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.