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 Libya and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord 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 John Coltrane to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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,
The Angels of Light,
Bobby Byrd,
Harpers Bizarre,
Franke,
Faraquet,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Boogie Down Productions,
D'Angelo,
The Saints,
Goldenarms,
The Tremeloes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
L. Decosne,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kas Product,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Television Personalities,
Joensuu 1685,
Slave,
Nico,
Thompson Twins,
Maleditus Sound,
Barbara Tucker,
Oneida,
Tommy Roe,
The Barracudas,
Glenn Branca,
Erasure,
The Gladiators,
The Victims,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
These Immortal Souls,
Dave Gahan,
Pere Ubu,
The Names,
Lucky Dragons,
Lower 48,
Man Parrish,
Alison Limerick,
Sound Behaviour,
Donald Byrd,
Tom Boy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sight & Sound,
the Normal,
Kaleidoscope,
Minnie Riperton,
Arcadia,
Flash Fearless,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
John Coltrane,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The J.B.'s,
Make Up,
Stiv Bators,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.