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 Serbia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar 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 the Sonics to the funk 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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
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,
Joe Finger,
The Star Department,
Alphaville,
Unrelated Segments,
Rosa Yemen,
Harry Pussy,
DJ Sneak,
the Soft Cell,
Thompson Twins,
Todd Rundgren,
Barry Ungar,
Popol Vuh,
Nico,
Girls At Our Best!,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kenny Larkin,
The Selecter,
Parry Music,
Stetsasonic,
Hot Snakes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Siglo XX,
Livin' Joy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jeff Lynne,
The Standells,
Peter & Gordon,
Sparks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Monks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Human League,
Rod Modell,
Dorothy Ashby,
One Last Wish,
Buzzcocks,
Lightning Bolt,
Quantec,
New Age Steppers,
Gang of Four,
Piero Umiliani,
Aaron Thompson,
Pagans,
Laurel Aitken,
Iggy Pop,
Marcia Griffiths,
Shoche,
H. Thieme,
The Move,
Scan 7,
The Stooges,
Arab on Radar,
Quadrant,
Quando Quango,
Lindisfarne,
Jesper Dahlback,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Skarface,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.