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 Peru and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Darondo to the electroclash 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
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,
Symarip,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Martian,
Sparks,
Alton Ellis,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Music Machine,
Motorama,
Neil Young,
The Saints,
Eric Dolphy,
DNA,
Jerry's Kids,
Camouflage,
Bill Near,
Massinfluence,
Camberwell Now,
Cheater Slicks,
Joy Division,
The Remains,
James White and The Blacks,
The Misunderstood,
Brothers Johnson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
DJ Style,
Suburban Knight,
Guru Guru,
Funky Four + One,
Charles Mingus,
Scan 7,
Kurtis Blow,
A Certain Ratio,
Prince Buster,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Derrick Morgan,
The Star Department,
Laurel Aitken,
The Modern Lovers,
Au Pairs,
Intrusion,
The Golliwogs,
EPMD,
Mantronix,
The Skatalites,
Robert Wyatt,
The Birthday Party,
Marine Girls,
The Gories,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Flipper,
Fad Gadget,
Stereo Dub,
Glenn Branca,
ABBA,
Little Man,
Aloha Tigers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Henry Cow,
Radio Birdman,
The New Christs,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.