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 Australia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Ultravox to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
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 Beau Brummels,
Robert Hood,
Wasted Youth,
Stetsasonic,
Kaleidoscope,
Pet Shop Boys,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Monolake,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Derrick Morgan,
Zero Boys,
Iggy Pop,
Swans,
The Black Dice,
John Coltrane,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Glenn Branca,
Lightning Bolt,
The Fall,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Residents,
Harry Pussy,
Mandrill,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Association,
Amazonics,
The Cure,
Loose Ends,
Colin Newman,
Sonny Sharrock,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Livin' Joy,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Human League,
The Golliwogs,
Thompson Twins,
Isaac Hayes,
Model 500,
Quadrant,
Andrew Hill,
Blake Baxter,
Bill Wells,
Simply Red,
Todd Terry,
Delta 5,
Deepchord,
Michelle Simonal,
David Axelrod,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Althea and Donna,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Agitation Free,
Pussy Galore,
Bootsy Collins,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.