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 Guatemala and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Jacques Brel to the techno 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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sam Rivers,
Robert Wyatt,
Rites of Spring,
Lakeside,
Radiohead,
Roger Hodgson,
The Wake,
New Order,
Pantytec,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Barry Ungar,
Wolf Eyes,
The Sonics,
CMW,
Sandy B,
Black Sheep,
The Electric Prunes,
Funkadelic,
D'Angelo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Schoolly D,
The Invisible,
Basic Channel,
Byron Stingily,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Shuggie Otis,
Minny Pops,
Godley & Creme,
China Crisis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Grey Daturas,
Ralphi Rosario,
Urselle,
Royal Trux,
Tres Demented,
Au Pairs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joy Division,
Black Bananas,
Symarip,
Bad Manners,
Crooked Eye,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Dead C,
OOIOO,
Althea and Donna,
The Barracudas,
Heaven 17,
Bauhaus,
Jerry's Kids,
Ossler,
Frankie Knuckles,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Flamin' Groovies,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.