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 Tajikistan and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the clarinet 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 E-Dancer to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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,
Duran Duran,
The Vogues,
Loose Ends,
Sixth Finger,
Zero Boys,
Royal Trux,
Pantytec,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
T.S.O.L.,
Glenn Branca,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Charles Mingus,
Eric Dolphy,
Lyres,
Excepter,
Blake Baxter,
Fear,
Slick Rick,
Cameo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Monks,
Crooked Eye,
Index,
Minny Pops,
The Dirtbombs,
Donny Hathaway,
Mo-Dettes,
The Litter,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Zeros,
DNA,
Quantec,
The Stooges,
Amazonics,
R.M.O.,
10cc,
Robert Görl,
Interpol,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kaleidoscope,
Mary Jane Girls,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mad Mike,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tears for Fears,
Todd Terry,
Absolute Body Control,
Arthur Verocai,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Fortunes,
Cal Tjader,
The Smiths,
DJ Style,
the Human League,
Hoover,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Detroit Cobras,
Maleditus Sound,
The American Breed,
Gabor Szabo,
Con Funk Shun,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.