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 Mauritania and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Spokane.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Accadde A to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
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,
One Last Wish,
Marmalade,
Don Cherry,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Buckinghams,
Tubeway Army,
Robert Görl,
New York Dolls,
The Pretty Things,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dead Boys,
Jesper Dahlback,
10cc,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
David McCallum,
Sandy B,
Skaos,
Urselle,
The Motions,
MC5,
Mark Hollis,
Darondo,
The Happenings,
Erykah Badu,
Bill Wells,
DNA,
Negative Approach,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Los Fastidios,
Eric B and Rakim,
FM Einheit,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Walker Brothers,
Pantaleimon,
Black Bananas,
Flash Fearless,
Donny Hathaway,
Heaven 17,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rod Modell,
Adolescents,
Roger Hodgson,
David Bowie,
Echospace,
John Lydon,
Eve St. Jones,
Nils Olav,
Flipper,
New Age Steppers,
Marvin Gaye,
Cybotron,
Jacob Miller,
Warren Ellis,
The United States of America,
Funky Four + One,
Lungfish,
Minny Pops,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.