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 Tajikistan and from Paris.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 kango's stein massive to the rap 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 Normal. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
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,
Black Pus,
R.M.O.,
Lucky Dragons,
Agent Orange,
Little Man,
Minny Pops,
Connie Case,
Interpol,
Chris Corsano,
Ice-T,
10cc,
The Angels of Light,
Soul II Soul,
The Slits,
The Evens,
Gerry Rafferty,
Black Bananas,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marvin Gaye,
Arab on Radar,
Drexciya,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Warsaw,
Kas Product,
Radio Birdman,
Agitation Free,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Negative Approach,
Joensuu 1685,
Terrestrial Tones,
Crispy Ambulance,
Unrelated Segments,
Jacob Miller,
The Standells,
Icehouse,
Blake Baxter,
The Gun Club,
Camouflage,
The Five Americans,
Black Sheep,
The Sound,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sun Ra,
Rotary Connection,
Eli Mardock,
Gregory Isaacs,
Johnny Clarke,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Whodini,
Lou Christie,
Gong,
Robert Hood,
London Community Gospel Choir,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tom Boy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mantronix,
Avey Tare,
X-101,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.