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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lalo Schifrin to the disco 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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins 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,
Frankie Knuckles,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Barry Ungar,
Crash Course in Science,
The Doors,
New York Dolls,
Monolake,
Magazine,
UT,
Bluetip,
Carl Craig,
Sparks,
FM Einheit,
Pantaleimon,
The Busters,
Albert Ayler,
The Seeds,
the Association,
The Raincoats,
Animal Collective,
Gang Green,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mark Hollis,
Duran Duran,
Charles Mingus,
Barrington Levy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Al Stewart,
Fatback Band,
Joensuu 1685,
The Index,
The New Christs,
Althea and Donna,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
K-Klass,
Eric B and Rakim,
Television,
Blancmange,
Warren Ellis,
Mad Mike,
Bobby Byrd,
Anthony Braxton,
Tears for Fears,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Quantec,
Aaron Thompson,
China Crisis,
The American Breed,
ABC,
Jandek,
Angry Samoans,
The Velvet Underground,
Deepchord,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Erasure,
Pere Ubu,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Skarface,
Eurythmics,
Scion,
Marcia Griffiths,
Vladislav Delay,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.