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 Croatia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Music Machine to the rap 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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
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,
Man Eating Sloth,
John Lydon,
The Last Poets,
Shoche,
Royal Trux,
Bobby Womack,
The Gories,
Eric Copeland,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
B.T. Express,
The Invisible,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cymande,
Bobby Sherman,
The Martian,
Warren Ellis,
F. McDonald,
Yazoo,
The Residents,
The Gun Club,
The Beau Brummels,
Das Ding,
The Busters,
Wally Richardson,
The Durutti Column,
The Blues Magoos,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Moby Grape,
Bill Wells,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Siglo XX,
Jacques Brel,
Gang of Four,
The Move,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Althea and Donna,
Bluetip,
The Tremeloes,
Tommy Roe,
Sound Behaviour,
Dark Day,
Black Bananas,
48th St. Collective,
Half Japanese,
Aswad,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
FM Einheit,
Hashim,
The Toasters,
Kayak,
Godley & Creme,
Drexciya,
Cybotron,
Agitation Free,
Rosa Yemen,
Mantronix,
New Age Steppers,
Reuben Wilson,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.