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 China and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Sonny Sharrock to the jazz 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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Litter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
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,
U.S. Maple,
Reagan Youth,
Tommy Roe,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Anakelly,
Robert Görl,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nick Fraelich,
Dennis Brown,
Rapeman,
Bob Dylan,
K-Klass,
Newcleus,
Rakim,
Q and Not U,
Sex Pistols,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ponytail,
Pharoah Sanders,
PIL,
Electric Prunes,
Joensuu 1685,
Slave,
Alphaville,
John Foxx,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marmalade,
ABBA,
Minnie Riperton,
Ultravox,
The Remains,
the Bar-Kays,
X-102,
Gang of Four,
Byron Stingily,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sugar Minott,
Morten Harket,
Metal Thangz,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Sound,
Darondo,
The Mummies,
Piero Umiliani,
Hardrive,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
48th St. Collective,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Grauzone,
The Neon Judgement,
Harry Pussy,
Neil Young,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Fortunes,
Maurizio,
Wasted Youth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.