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 Slovenia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Manchester and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Masters at Work to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Robert Hood,
The Modern Lovers,
Duran Duran,
The Cure,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cal Tjader,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Young Rascals,
Roxy Music,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Janne Schatter,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jandek,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Grass Roots,
Lightning Bolt,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wasted Youth,
Arcadia,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Easy Going,
Radiohead,
Wings,
Sixth Finger,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Swans,
Gang Gang Dance,
Crispy Ambulance,
Procol Harum,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Yusef Lateef,
Fluxion,
JFA,
the Fania All-Stars,
Simply Red,
Nirvana,
James White and The Blacks,
Deepchord,
MC5,
Young Marble Giants,
Niagra,
Newcleus,
Roxette,
Ossler,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Barbara Tucker,
Animal Collective,
June of 44,
cv313,
The Happenings,
X-102,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Spoonie Gee,
Rites of Spring,
Au Pairs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can 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.