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 East Timor and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
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,
Japan,
Boz Scaggs,
Howard Jones,
Frankie Knuckles,
John Cale,
Glenn Branca,
Youth Brigade,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Susan Cadogan,
Aural Exciters,
Althea and Donna,
8 Eyed Spy,
Animal Collective,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joyce Sims,
Boogie Down Productions,
Max Romeo,
Ohio Players,
Byron Stingily,
Crime,
The Moleskins,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Vladislav Delay,
The Count Five,
K-Klass,
Henry Cow,
Arcadia,
Stereo Dub,
Metal Thangz,
KRS-One,
Trumans Water,
The Raincoats,
Maleditus Sound,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Whodini,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Michelle Simonal,
the Sonics,
Roxette,
Matthew Halsall,
Joy Division,
Skaos,
Shoche,
Delon & Dalcan,
Grauzone,
Buzzcocks,
Rekid,
Wings,
Alice Coltrane,
Man Parrish,
Fear,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
New Age Steppers,
Technova,
The Red Krayola,
John Holt,
Sight & Sound,
Absolute Body Control,
Fugazi,
the Slits,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.