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 Iran and from Tokyo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 LL Cool J to the rap 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jimmy McGriff,
Johnny Clarke,
Kool Moe Dee,
Amon Düül,
Sarah Menescal,
Babytalk,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Bar-Kays,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Stetsasonic,
Crash Course in Science,
Jerry's Kids,
James White and The Blacks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bad Manners,
Letta Mbulu,
The Litter,
The Cure,
This Heat,
Dead Boys,
Bizarre Inc.,
Terry Callier,
Pulsallama,
The J.B.'s,
Television Personalities,
PIL,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Oblivians,
David McCallum,
Groovy Waters,
Black Pus,
Slave,
Ultravox,
Suburban Knight,
The Angels of Light,
Crooked Eye,
John Holt,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Happenings,
Alice Coltrane,
Fad Gadget,
Peter & Gordon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Yazoo,
Harmonia,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Remains,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Alarm Clocks,
Negative Approach,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Slits,
The Saints,
Mars,
Bush Tetras,
The Raincoats,
Los Fastidios,
Iggy Pop,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.