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 China and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Milan and Seoul.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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,
Ituana,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Zero Boys,
Lower 48,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Moss Icon,
Monolake,
Surgeon,
June of 44,
Marmalade,
One Last Wish,
Thee Headcoats,
OOIOO,
Country Teasers,
The Fuzztones,
The Human League,
Swans,
Darondo,
Suburban Knight,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dual Sessions,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Trojans,
Clear Light,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Oneida,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Techniques,
Black Pus,
Jawbox,
The Star Department,
Iggy Pop,
The Gladiators,
The Monochrome Set,
Masters at Work,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fatback Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Velvet Underground,
The Flesh Eaters,
ABBA,
The Names,
Harmonia,
Mad Mike,
John Cale,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scan 7,
The Birthday Party,
The Angels of Light,
Loose Ends,
Eli Mardock,
Fat Boys,
Deakin,
The Real Kids,
Joe Smooth,
Kayak,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.