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 Israel and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Hong Kong.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Mark Hollis to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
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,
Pierre Henry,
New Order,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Cosmic Jokers,
OOIOO,
Carl Craig,
Mission of Burma,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Amon Düül II,
The Beau Brummels,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Minutemen,
Joey Negro,
Jeff Mills,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Searchers,
Scan 7,
Faraquet,
Soulsonic Force,
Patti Smith,
the Germs,
Guru Guru,
Popol Vuh,
Ornette Coleman,
Bauhaus,
Blossom Toes,
Ronan,
Thee Headcoats,
Nation of Ulysses,
Josef K,
Neil Young,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marine Girls,
Yusef Lateef,
Second Layer,
The Cramps,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bootsy Collins,
Black Sheep,
Barclay James Harvest,
Con Funk Shun,
Crispian St. Peters,
Anakelly,
Schoolly D,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Basic Channel,
Leonard Cohen,
John Cale,
Mantronix,
F. McDonald,
Arcadia,
Althea and Donna,
The Fall,
Bang On A Can,
Hot Snakes,
The Litter,
Pantaleimon,
Ken Boothe,
The Index,
kango's stein massive,
Desert Stars,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Gories,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.