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 Kuwait and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kerrie Biddell to the rock 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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
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,
Rhythm & Sound,
Panda Bear,
Quando Quango,
DJ Sneak,
The Leaves,
Lalo Schifrin,
The J.B.'s,
The Slackers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
X-Ray Spex,
48th St. Collective,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rekid,
The Grass Roots,
Wally Richardson,
Country Teasers,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Normal,
Dual Sessions,
Dark Day,
The Blackbyrds,
Eddi Front,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Roy Ayers,
Al Stewart,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Sound,
Organ,
Ice-T,
Robert Wyatt,
Godley & Creme,
Public Image Ltd.,
Loose Ends,
The Moody Blues,
The Index,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tears for Fears,
The Durutti Column,
a-ha,
Ultimate Spinach,
Motorama,
Fugazi,
Ponytail,
Eric Dolphy,
The Gladiators,
Dead Boys,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Beau Brummels,
Visage,
PIL,
Aural Exciters,
ABBA,
Funky Four + One,
Davy DMX,
The Offenders,
Gregory Isaacs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.