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 Belgium and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
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 Five Americans,
The Standells,
Cybotron,
Eric Copeland,
Los Fastidios,
The Gladiators,
Masters at Work,
Morten Harket,
Frankie Knuckles,
Archie Shepp,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fear,
Faraquet,
Yusef Lateef,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
R.M.O.,
Bad Manners,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sarah Menescal,
The Saints,
John Holt,
Funkadelic,
Ralphi Rosario,
U.S. Maple,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Pop Group,
Barbara Tucker,
The Evens,
Television Personalities,
Judy Mowatt,
Jeff Mills,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
OOIOO,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Letta Mbulu,
Sonic Youth,
Joe Smooth,
Bauhaus,
The Music Machine,
Connie Case,
Spandau Ballet,
Vladislav Delay,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rosa Yemen,
Joensuu 1685,
The Sonics,
Nirvana,
Donald Byrd,
Danielle Patucci,
Delon & Dalcan,
June Days,
Goldenarms,
LL Cool J,
Graham Central Station,
Grauzone,
Agitation Free,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.