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 Ukraine and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Jeru the Damaja to the electroclash 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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
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,
Roy Ayers,
The Busters,
Matthew Halsall,
Radiohead,
Moebius,
A Certain Ratio,
David Bowie,
Kevin Saunderson,
Henry Cow,
Negative Approach,
Warren Ellis,
the Slits,
Bluetip,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Q65,
Mission of Burma,
JFA,
D'Angelo,
Don Cherry,
The Angels of Light,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Buzzcocks,
Hashim,
Idris Muhammad,
Barclay James Harvest,
Roxy Music,
Parry Music,
Mars,
Piero Umiliani,
Grauzone,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Khruangbin,
The Grass Roots,
Bronski Beat,
Graham Central Station,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jawbox,
Ossler,
Soulsonic Force,
Moby Grape,
New York Dolls,
Monolake,
Banda Bassotti,
Pierre Henry,
Robert Wyatt,
Bush Tetras,
The Raincoats,
Livin' Joy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Thee Headcoats,
Minny Pops,
John Holt,
Minor Threat,
The Associates,
Oblivians,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
KRS-One,
Toni Rubio,
Desert Stars,
Cymande,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.