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 India and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Sound to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
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,
Avey Tare,
Isaac Hayes,
The American Breed,
Sister Nancy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Oneida,
Hashim,
Spoonie Gee,
Yusef Lateef,
Slave,
KRS-One,
Mo-Dettes,
Sparks,
Rekid,
Brand Nubian,
The Monochrome Set,
Bill Near,
Radio Birdman,
Thompson Twins,
Sandy B,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tommy Roe,
Groovy Waters,
Unwound,
The Cure,
Symarip,
Kurtis Blow,
Mars,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Kinks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ronnie Foster,
Tears for Fears,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Livin' Joy,
Maleditus Sound,
Warren Ellis,
The Music Machine,
Radiohead,
Eric Copeland,
Sun Ra,
Ornette Coleman,
David Axelrod,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kenny Larkin,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Dirtbombs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Qualms,
Metal Thangz,
Tubeway Army,
Girls At Our Best!,
Trumans Water,
Barclay James Harvest,
Icehouse,
The Moleskins,
10cc,
Derrick Morgan,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.