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 Andorra and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe 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 Jesper Dahlback to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
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,
The Toasters,
Eddi Front,
The Sisters of Mercy,
David McCallum,
Hot Snakes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Roy Ayers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Vainqueur,
Goldenarms,
Kool Moe Dee,
Magma,
Chris Corsano,
Rotary Connection,
Ralphi Rosario,
Slick Rick,
Jandek,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Iggy Pop,
Fat Boys,
Sparks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Country Teasers,
The Index,
Circle Jerks,
The Mojo Men,
Symarip,
LL Cool J,
Robert Hood,
Joe Smooth,
Eli Mardock,
Tomorrow,
The Trojans,
The Leaves,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Donny Hathaway,
Eric Dolphy,
Jeff Mills,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bronski Beat,
Don Cherry,
Television,
ABC,
Jeff Lynne,
the Normal,
Laurel Aitken,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Happenings,
Mo-Dettes,
FM Einheit,
Eden Ahbez,
Bang On A Can,
The Fire Engines,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Real Kids,
Janne Schatter,
Tears for Fears,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tim Buckley,
Colin Newman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.