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 Guinea-Bissau and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 La Düsseldorf to the funk 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
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 Saints,
Monks,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Human League,
CMW,
OOIOO,
Graham Central Station,
Fear,
The United States of America,
Accadde A,
The Smiths,
EPMD,
Ossler,
Minor Threat,
Iggy Pop,
Animal Collective,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Blake Baxter,
Swans,
Mission of Burma,
Wasted Youth,
Joe Smooth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jeff Lynne,
Fluxion,
Lindisfarne,
Mo-Dettes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Masters at Work,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
U.S. Maple,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
K-Klass,
Alton Ellis,
The Gladiators,
Jawbox,
Toni Rubio,
The Beau Brummels,
Los Fastidios,
The Count Five,
Flamin' Groovies,
Aural Exciters,
The Grass Roots,
the Swans,
Quando Quango,
Althea and Donna,
The Skatalites,
MC5,
Cluster,
Pere Ubu,
The Sound,
Big Daddy Kane,
Warren Ellis,
Soft Cell,
Guru Guru,
The Five Americans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.