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 Andorra and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 Radiopuhelimet to the disco 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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
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,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
John Holt,
Section 25,
David McCallum,
Morten Harket,
The Five Americans,
Scrapy,
the Normal,
The Cowsills,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sexual Harrassment,
Skarface,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Fania All-Stars,
Glambeats Corp.,
Archie Shepp,
Minor Threat,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Amazonics,
The Blackbyrds,
Harpers Bizarre,
Basic Channel,
The J.B.'s,
Judy Mowatt,
The Durutti Column,
Sarah Menescal,
Spandau Ballet,
Matthew Halsall,
Motorama,
The Music Machine,
Qualms,
Grauzone,
Pet Shop Boys,
One Last Wish,
Moss Icon,
Pantaleimon,
R.M.O.,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Stiv Bators,
Pulsallama,
In Retrospect,
Josef K,
Alison Limerick,
Junior Murvin,
Wasted Youth,
Drexciya,
The Detroit Cobras,
Arab on Radar,
Throbbing Gristle,
Yazoo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Arcadia,
Intrusion,
Drive Like Jehu,
The United States of America,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Aswad,
DJ Sneak,
Tim Buckley,
Hoover,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.