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 Lesotho and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb 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 Lou Reed & Metallica 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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
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,
48th St. Collective,
Chrome,
Young Marble Giants,
Parry Music,
Delta 5,
Lebanon Hanover,
Heaven 17,
Kerrie Biddell,
Simply Red,
Yellowson,
Grey Daturas,
The Gladiators,
Susan Cadogan,
Pere Ubu,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rod Modell,
Anakelly,
Ken Boothe,
Eric Dolphy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Minor Threat,
Ohio Players,
Popol Vuh,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sight & Sound,
Robert Görl,
Janne Schatter,
Scott Walker,
The Residents,
Nik Kershaw,
Terry Callier,
The Saints,
Shoche,
DJ Style,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Music Machine,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nirvana,
Accadde A,
Patti Smith,
Slave,
Jawbox,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Godley & Creme,
Joe Finger,
The Dave Clark Five,
Smog,
Kurtis Blow,
Khruangbin,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tropical Tobacco,
Reuben Wilson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pantaleimon,
Ultra Naté,
Duran Duran,
OOIOO,
Aaron Thompson,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.