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 Fiji and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Zeros to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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,
Pole,
The Victims,
Ludus,
Patti Smith,
The Dead C,
Graham Central Station,
Rites of Spring,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Techniques,
Bob Dylan,
Jeff Lynne,
Funkadelic,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Busters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Saccharine Trust,
Bill Near,
The Black Dice,
Popol Vuh,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Glambeats Corp.,
Alphaville,
Scratch Acid,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lungfish,
Alice Coltrane,
Panda Bear,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Barry Ungar,
The Fugs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Happenings,
AZ,
Moby Grape,
The Leaves,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Skriet,
Mission of Burma,
Wire,
Black Bananas,
Soul Sonic Force,
Godley & Creme,
Henry Cow,
Minor Threat,
Metal Thangz,
Icehouse,
Morten Harket,
Junior Murvin,
Terrestrial Tones,
Peter & Gordon,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Shadows of Knight,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
China Crisis,
The Pop Group,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Groovy Waters,
Sexual Harrassment,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.