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 Yemen and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Beijing.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Underground Resistance to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cluster,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Martian,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Toni Rubio,
Technova,
The American Breed,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wolf Eyes,
Todd Rundgren,
The Names,
Dual Sessions,
Soulsonic Force,
Barrington Levy,
The Real Kids,
FM Einheit,
Barclay James Harvest,
Section 25,
Eden Ahbez,
The Zeros,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Evens,
Black Bananas,
Faust,
Make Up,
MDC,
In Retrospect,
The Searchers,
The Dirtbombs,
Slick Rick,
The Trojans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lyres,
Thee Headcoats,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bill Wells,
The Gun Club,
June of 44,
Average White Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Quando Quango,
Suicide,
The Cramps,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Harmonia,
Public Enemy,
The Birthday Party,
Magma,
Lower 48,
Colin Newman,
L. Decosne,
Bizarre Inc.,
Juan Atkins,
Icehouse,
Unrelated Segments,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
John Cale,
Traffic Nightmare,
Liliput,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.