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 Zambia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Carl Craig to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
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,
Sam Rivers,
Groovy Waters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Maurizio,
Chrome,
Adolescents,
Ten City,
Roger Hodgson,
Stiv Bators,
cv313,
Danielle Patucci,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nation of Ulysses,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Cowsills,
Colin Newman,
Flamin' Groovies,
MDC,
UT,
Siglo XX,
David Bowie,
Iggy Pop,
Deakin,
Guru Guru,
Tommy Roe,
Kas Product,
Joe Finger,
The Birthday Party,
The Searchers,
the Sonics,
Eric Copeland,
The Skatalites,
Kerrie Biddell,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Raincoats,
Barbara Tucker,
The Gories,
Electric Prunes,
Brand Nubian,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Modern Lovers,
The Martian,
The Vogues,
The Gap Band,
The United States of America,
Funkadelic,
Minnie Riperton,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Minor Threat,
The Durutti Column,
Carl Craig,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
New York Dolls,
8 Eyed Spy,
This Heat,
David Axelrod,
Alton Ellis,
Ultravox,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.