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 Congo and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the linndrum 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 F. McDonald to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mary Jane Girls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mandrill,
Soft Cell,
T. Rex,
Section 25,
Nation of Ulysses,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Minny Pops,
Supertramp,
James White and The Blacks,
Wings,
Easy Going,
F. McDonald,
Deadbeat,
Guru Guru,
Black Pus,
Scratch Acid,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Albert Ayler,
Erasure,
48th St. Collective,
Matthew Bourne,
The Doors,
Slave,
Danielle Patucci,
Sällskapet,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Slick Rick,
the Human League,
The Monochrome Set,
The Kinks,
Unwound,
FM Einheit,
Stiv Bators,
The Saints,
Model 500,
Lightning Bolt,
Bill Near,
The Barracudas,
Swans,
Rapeman,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Second Layer,
Japan,
Make Up,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Magma,
The Litter,
Thompson Twins,
Flamin' Groovies,
Interpol,
New York Dolls,
The Mummies,
The Smoke,
Los Fastidios,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.