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 Antigua and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Seeds to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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,
FM Einheit,
Technova,
Interpol,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eric B and Rakim,
Animal Collective,
Nico,
Gang Green,
Lalann,
Guru Guru,
Rosa Yemen,
The Seeds,
Television Personalities,
Gang Gang Dance,
Goldenarms,
Gang Starr,
Todd Rundgren,
Au Pairs,
Television,
The Index,
Neu!,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Can,
Deakin,
Duran Duran,
Freddie Wadling,
Vainqueur,
Pierre Henry,
Youth Brigade,
Buzzcocks,
the Swans,
Lightning Bolt,
Peter & Gordon,
Chris & Cosey,
Black Bananas,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lakeside,
DJ Style,
Dennis Brown,
Massinfluence,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Dirtbombs,
Pantaleimon,
Alton Ellis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eden Ahbez,
Ultravox,
Agent Orange,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ornette Coleman,
Minutemen,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cybotron,
Anakelly,
Tommy Roe,
Oblivians,
Stereo Dub,
Minor Threat,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.