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 Somalia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and New York.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Michelle Simonal to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Litter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
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,
Bobby Womack,
Don Cherry,
The Blues Magoos,
Cameo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Patti Smith,
The Associates,
Fugazi,
Isaac Hayes,
David Bowie,
Symarip,
Eric Dolphy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Howard Jones,
Leonard Cohen,
Kayak,
E-Dancer,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sixth Finger,
Deepchord,
Hashim,
The Walker Brothers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sällskapet,
Rosa Yemen,
Quando Quango,
Ronan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Pretty Things,
The Residents,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Second Layer,
Supertramp,
Mo-Dettes,
Bauhaus,
Zapp,
Gang Green,
Hoover,
Lightning Bolt,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
U.S. Maple,
Man Parrish,
Vladislav Delay,
Talk Talk,
Ken Boothe,
Stiv Bators,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
a-ha,
Visage,
Ituana,
Masters at Work,
The Raincoats,
Sex Pistols,
Outsiders,
Altered Images,
Blossom Toes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Buckinghams,
H. Thieme,
Wings,
The Red Krayola,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.