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 Madagascar and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Ken Boothe to the dance 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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
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,
Black Sheep,
Hoover,
Flamin' Groovies,
Danielle Patucci,
Outsiders,
Pantaleimon,
Pulsallama,
Funky Four + One,
Swell Maps,
Clear Light,
Lungfish,
Mandrill,
Model 500,
Gichy Dan,
Mad Mike,
The Cramps,
The Last Poets,
Adolescents,
James White and The Blacks,
Bronski Beat,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
T. Rex,
Ludus,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Trojans,
Pylon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Deakin,
Grey Daturas,
the Human League,
Joe Finger,
Boz Scaggs,
Sister Nancy,
Little Man,
Bobby Byrd,
Flash Fearless,
Amon Düül,
Grauzone,
Ronan,
DNA,
Kurtis Blow,
The Toasters,
Motorama,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nik Kershaw,
Q and Not U,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ken Boothe,
The Selecter,
Deadbeat,
Davy DMX,
Max Romeo,
Altered Images,
The Flesh Eaters,
Hot Snakes,
Sugar Minott,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Los Fastidios,
Lightning Bolt,
Reagan Youth,
Technova,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.