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 Netherlands and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
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,
Organ,
John Coltrane,
Stetsasonic,
the Germs,
Michelle Simonal,
Sonic Youth,
Niagra,
Rakim,
In Retrospect,
Public Enemy,
Rufus Thomas,
Archie Shepp,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Desert Stars,
Mr. Review,
Bob Dylan,
David Axelrod,
June of 44,
Josef K,
Ultra Naté,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Neil Young,
Ice-T,
Hashim,
The Durutti Column,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Stiv Bators,
Bobby Womack,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
PIL,
The Vogues,
Mars,
CMW,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sällskapet,
The Detroit Cobras,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Roger Hodgson,
Ossler,
Kurtis Blow,
Echospace,
Hot Snakes,
Main Source,
The Slits,
KRS-One,
Juan Atkins,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Charles Mingus,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mandrill,
Gichy Dan,
Liliput,
Essential Logic,
Parry Music,
The Fuzztones,
Accadde A,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.