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 Netherlands and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Cairo.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 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 Scott Walker to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
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 Real Kids,
The Slackers,
Funky Four + One,
The Electric Prunes,
Alison Limerick,
E-Dancer,
Swans,
Joensuu 1685,
The Gun Club,
Matthew Bourne,
Royal Trux,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dennis Brown,
Junior Murvin,
PIL,
The Mummies,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
David Axelrod,
Man Parrish,
Subhumans,
ABBA,
Roger Hodgson,
Silicon Teens,
Amon Düül II,
Brick,
Model 500,
The Standells,
Arthur Verocai,
Flipper,
Laurel Aitken,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Altered Images,
Minutemen,
Severed Heads,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lyres,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Blackbyrds,
The Motions,
Suicide,
Absolute Body Control,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Sonics,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Deakin,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Leonard Cohen,
Cheater Slicks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Peter & Gordon,
Talk Talk,
The Pop Group,
Technova,
Simply Red,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
LL Cool J,
Lungfish,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Smiths,
Marcia Griffiths,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.