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 Iraq and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 Winnipeg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Make Up to the jazz 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
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,
Harpers Bizarre,
Minutemen,
Severed Heads,
the Sonics,
Aural Exciters,
Arcadia,
Quantec,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
David Bowie,
Negative Approach,
Adolescents,
Ohio Players,
The Residents,
Avey Tare,
Bush Tetras,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Flash Fearless,
Flipper,
Dave Gahan,
Bad Manners,
John Holt,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fluxion,
ABBA,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Raincoats,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Japan,
Cheater Slicks,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Gun Club,
Glenn Branca,
Au Pairs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Curtis Mayfield,
Moss Icon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Television Personalities,
Franke,
Yaz,
Accadde A,
Subhumans,
Oneida,
Y Pants,
Tim Buckley,
Arab on Radar,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Icehouse,
Bobby Byrd,
Radiohead,
The Blues Magoos,
Dead Boys,
Aswad,
Robert Wyatt,
The Evens,
Bobby Womack,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Slits,
Mad Mike,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Move,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.