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 Maldives and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Flash Fearless to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
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,
Joey Negro,
Warren Ellis,
Qualms,
Country Teasers,
June of 44,
Alphaville,
Urselle,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Arab on Radar,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pharoah Sanders,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Fugs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
D'Angelo,
Q65,
Angry Samoans,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fear,
The Gories,
Jeff Mills,
Bush Tetras,
Terrestrial Tones,
Little Man,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jeff Lynne,
Cameo,
Roxy Music,
Groovy Waters,
Sight & Sound,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Boogie Down Productions,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Danielle Patucci,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sandy B,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bauhaus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Index,
John Holt,
Kevin Saunderson,
Delta 5,
Bobby Byrd,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ken Boothe,
Blake Baxter,
Laurel Aitken,
The Tremeloes,
John Coltrane,
Bill Wells,
The Selecter,
Ten City,
Iggy Pop,
Agent Orange,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Absolute Body Control,
B.T. Express,
Trumans Water,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.