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 Lithuania and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the güiro 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 Quando Quango to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
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,
Agitation Free,
Sister Nancy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lindisfarne,
Mad Mike,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Duran Duran,
John Holt,
Blancmange,
The Pop Group,
Black Moon,
Scion,
Newcleus,
Nas,
The Five Americans,
Sarah Menescal,
Rufus Thomas,
The Last Poets,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Aaron Thompson,
The Gap Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Terry Callier,
Country Teasers,
Mark Hollis,
Schoolly D,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
New Age Steppers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lebanon Hanover,
Radiohead,
H. Thieme,
Avey Tare,
Minutemen,
The Residents,
Crooked Eye,
The Angels of Light,
EPMD,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tears for Fears,
Wolf Eyes,
The Grass Roots,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Hasil Adkins,
Cymande,
Aloha Tigers,
Drexciya,
Brick,
MDC,
The Count Five,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Leaves,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tommy Roe,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sixth Finger,
Electric Prunes,
Eddi Front,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.