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 Lebanon and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Byron Stingily to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
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,
Parry Music,
Moebius,
Boogie Down Productions,
Terry Callier,
Pagans,
Lower 48,
Neu!,
Scott Walker,
Little Man,
Swell Maps,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Howard Jones,
Dennis Brown,
Underground Resistance,
Smog,
Ultravox,
Average White Band,
Andrew Hill,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lightning Bolt,
Davy DMX,
Big Daddy Kane,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Interpol,
Black Sheep,
Pierre Henry,
Sex Pistols,
One Last Wish,
Animal Collective,
E-Dancer,
Gang Green,
Magma,
The Slits,
Tommy Roe,
Rosa Yemen,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Agitation Free,
Peter and Kerry,
June of 44,
FM Einheit,
Radiohead,
Matthew Halsall,
Byron Stingily,
Echospace,
The Angels of Light,
Royal Trux,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Red Krayola,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Raincoats,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Fall,
Jacques Brel,
The Durutti Column,
Eli Mardock,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Moody Blues,
Brand Nubian,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Misunderstood,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.