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 Greece and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pulsallama to the rock 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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
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,
Metal Thangz,
Second Layer,
The Monochrome Set,
Thee Headcoats,
Easy Going,
Robert Görl,
The Names,
Erykah Badu,
The Birthday Party,
The Golliwogs,
Depeche Mode,
Television Personalities,
Liliput,
Anthony Braxton,
Dennis Brown,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Morten Harket,
These Immortal Souls,
KRS-One,
Ken Boothe,
the Germs,
Eli Mardock,
Man Parrish,
Rosa Yemen,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Zapp,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Smoke,
Lucky Dragons,
Jandek,
Icehouse,
the Association,
China Crisis,
Interpol,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
JFA,
Malaria!,
Crash Course in Science,
ABBA,
Silicon Teens,
Althea and Donna,
MDC,
The New Christs,
Cybotron,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
DJ Style,
Aural Exciters,
The Litter,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sonic Youth,
Bobby Womack,
The Stooges,
Gastr Del Sol,
John Lydon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Shadows of Knight,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sex Pistols,
K-Klass,
Soft Machine,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.