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 Bahrain and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer 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 Bill Wells to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
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 Germs,
Wire,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lakeside,
Dawn Penn,
James White and The Blacks,
Fear,
The Blackbyrds,
Jandek,
Suburban Knight,
Siglo XX,
Los Fastidios,
Sonny Sharrock,
Patti Smith,
B.T. Express,
Arthur Verocai,
Bauhaus,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Boz Scaggs,
The J.B.'s,
The Selecter,
Sound Behaviour,
Danielle Patucci,
Nas,
The Moleskins,
Dual Sessions,
Man Parrish,
MC5,
PIL,
The Associates,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Young Rascals,
Depeche Mode,
This Heat,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Groovy Waters,
Rites of Spring,
The Martian,
Cal Tjader,
The Skatalites,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Pretty Things,
Rod Modell,
Vainqueur,
Camberwell Now,
Duran Duran,
Bill Wells,
Colin Newman,
Kas Product,
Deepchord,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Second Layer,
ABBA,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Alison Limerick,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mars,
Au Pairs,
Sixth Finger,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.