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 Finland and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Holger Czukay 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 Talk Talk to the dance 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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
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,
MDC,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sixth Finger,
cv313,
Black Pus,
Scan 7,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Red Krayola,
Bobby Byrd,
The Moleskins,
Blancmange,
Scrapy,
Excepter,
Stereo Dub,
The Tremeloes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Motorama,
Guru Guru,
Bang On A Can,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Procol Harum,
Sight & Sound,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Slits,
Alton Ellis,
Drexciya,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pharoah Sanders,
Blake Baxter,
Index,
the Germs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Peter and Kerry,
Danielle Patucci,
Lucky Dragons,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Saints,
Thee Headcoats,
Theoretical Girls,
T. Rex,
Scion,
The Pretty Things,
Young Marble Giants,
Hoover,
Fat Boys,
Susan Cadogan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
CMW,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Minnie Riperton,
The Index,
Piero Umiliani,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
FM Einheit,
Eden Ahbez,
The Vogues,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Grass Roots,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.