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 Grenada and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the güiro 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
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,
Piero Umiliani,
Gil Scott Heron,
EPMD,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bootsy Collins,
Gabor Szabo,
Sister Nancy,
The New Christs,
Prince Buster,
Underground Resistance,
Cymande,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Robert Wyatt,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pulsallama,
The Fugs,
Excepter,
Los Fastidios,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
PIL,
Main Source,
The Walker Brothers,
The Black Dice,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gang of Four,
Bobby Byrd,
Severed Heads,
cv313,
Mo-Dettes,
Kas Product,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Black Sheep,
The J.B.'s,
Bad Manners,
Lucky Dragons,
Eddi Front,
Matthew Bourne,
Pierre Henry,
The Saints,
T. Rex,
Blossom Toes,
Circle Jerks,
The Cure,
Sarah Menescal,
Monks,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Peter & Gordon,
Glenn Branca,
Jerry's Kids,
Eden Ahbez,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dennis Brown,
Simply Red,
Aaron Thompson,
Hot Snakes,
Bill Near,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.