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 Qatar and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the electroclash 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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
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,
Mission of Burma,
Franke,
Cal Tjader,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
E-Dancer,
Swans,
Godley & Creme,
Pet Shop Boys,
Model 500,
Gang of Four,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fall,
Ronnie Foster,
Clear Light,
Mo-Dettes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tres Demented,
Rosa Yemen,
The Move,
Sun City Girls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Carl Craig,
The Electric Prunes,
Japan,
Amon Düül II,
Graham Central Station,
Khruangbin,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Associates,
Reagan Youth,
The Dave Clark Five,
Angry Samoans,
Crash Course in Science,
Leonard Cohen,
Yazoo,
Jandek,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Fire Engines,
Visage,
Whodini,
Ornette Coleman,
Warren Ellis,
Bobby Byrd,
Thompson Twins,
David Axelrod,
H. Thieme,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Residents,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Swans,
Sight & Sound,
Lindisfarne,
The Monks,
Erasure,
Joy Division,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Radio Birdman,
The Dirtbombs,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.