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 Liechtenstein and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Youth Brigade to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
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,
Pole,
John Lydon,
the Normal,
Intrusion,
David Bowie,
The Blackbyrds,
The Happenings,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Radiopuhelimet,
Alton Ellis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bauhaus,
Mars,
Adolescents,
The Mojo Men,
Morten Harket,
Black Pus,
Scott Walker,
EPMD,
The Doors,
MDC,
Davy DMX,
Sugar Minott,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jawbox,
The Star Department,
Ice-T,
Peter & Gordon,
Monks,
Scientists,
Bush Tetras,
Icehouse,
China Crisis,
Chris Corsano,
Alison Limerick,
Los Fastidios,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Deakin,
Pylon,
Hashim,
Basic Channel,
the Slits,
Johnny Clarke,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jandek,
DJ Sneak,
Big Daddy Kane,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Terrestrial Tones,
Curtis Mayfield,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Q and Not U,
Gastr Del Sol,
Stiv Bators,
The Fuzztones,
The Real Kids,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Raincoats,
Wasted Youth,
Sun City Girls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.