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 Equatorial Guinea and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 OOIOO to the crunk 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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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,
The Grass Roots,
David McCallum,
Siglo XX,
The Gladiators,
The Dirtbombs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eden Ahbez,
The Music Machine,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mission of Burma,
KRS-One,
Harry Pussy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fear,
The Fire Engines,
Depeche Mode,
Sonic Youth,
Tres Demented,
Bad Manners,
The Sonics,
The Fuzztones,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Move,
The Electric Prunes,
Sällskapet,
Radio Birdman,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Techniques,
The Blackbyrds,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Arcadia,
Fela Kuti,
Morten Harket,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Human League,
Japan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Alison Limerick,
Marine Girls,
Lucky Dragons,
The Divine Comedy,
Scrapy,
Soft Machine,
Wasted Youth,
Organ,
Oblivians,
The Slits,
The Velvet Underground,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nirvana,
The Count Five,
The Sound,
Cameo,
Supertramp,
Second Layer,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.