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 Mauritius and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rosa Yemen to the rock 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 Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
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 Flesh Eaters,
Mark Hollis,
Fela Kuti,
The Toasters,
Brick,
Sexual Harrassment,
Quando Quango,
the Bar-Kays,
The Wake,
Lebanon Hanover,
Hot Snakes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Infiniti,
The Residents,
CMW,
The Five Americans,
Das Ding,
The Kinks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Shoche,
The Durutti Column,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pantaleimon,
The Seeds,
Interpol,
Bauhaus,
Leonard Cohen,
Albert Ayler,
The Real Kids,
Al Stewart,
a-ha,
Ludus,
Slick Rick,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cymande,
Adolescents,
DJ Style,
The Mojo Men,
Boredoms,
Jacques Brel,
Goldenarms,
Pylon,
Todd Terry,
Q and Not U,
Yazoo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Peter & Gordon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Move,
Little Man,
Jawbox,
Hardrive,
The Barracudas,
The Mummies,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sight & Sound,
Sparks,
Skarface,
The Grass Roots,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Smoke,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.