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 Tajikistan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 Spokane and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the guitar 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 Cybotron to the rap 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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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,
Eden Ahbez,
Skriet,
B.T. Express,
John Cale,
Tubeway Army,
Tears for Fears,
James Chance & The Contortions,
World's Most,
Interpol,
Absolute Body Control,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Walker Brothers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mandrill,
Royal Trux,
Rufus Thomas,
L. Decosne,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Althea and Donna,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Agent Orange,
James White and The Blacks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Motions,
Flipper,
Roy Ayers,
Brothers Johnson,
The Neon Judgement,
Moby Grape,
The Residents,
Joy Division,
Al Stewart,
Altered Images,
Leonard Cohen,
Easy Going,
Patti Smith,
The Star Department,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ultra Naté,
Cybotron,
Metal Thangz,
The Mojo Men,
Matthew Halsall,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Happenings,
Circle Jerks,
Lindisfarne,
Isaac Hayes,
Scientists,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Alison Limerick,
Average White Band,
Television,
Archie Shepp,
Basic Channel,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sun Ra,
Radiohead,
Fad Gadget,
Angry Samoans,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.