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 Saudi Arabia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 Calgary and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Deepchord to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
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 Cramps,
Liliput,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Martian,
John Cale,
Mr. Review,
Trumans Water,
Lou Reed,
Radiohead,
The Sound,
Blake Baxter,
Ossler,
Minnie Riperton,
the Slits,
Piero Umiliani,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Oneida,
Colin Newman,
Graham Central Station,
Vladislav Delay,
The Raincoats,
Fela Kuti,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lightning Bolt,
Audionom,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dave Gahan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Charles Mingus,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Country Teasers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Motorama,
Brass Construction,
Scrapy,
Brothers Johnson,
Isaac Hayes,
Lower 48,
Black Flag,
Ronnie Foster,
Warren Ellis,
Organ,
Delta 5,
Bad Manners,
Aural Exciters,
Jerry's Kids,
AZ,
Dual Sessions,
Josef K,
Clear Light,
Camberwell Now,
Radio Birdman,
48th St. Collective,
Lou Christie,
Main Source,
Q65,
Roxette,
Byron Stingily,
Robert Görl,
Silicon Teens,
Pet Shop Boys,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.