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 Peru and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
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,
Warsaw,
Royal Trux,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rekid,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fluxion,
Marshall Jefferson,
Urselle,
Babytalk,
Harry Pussy,
The Young Rascals,
The Smoke,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ludus,
Hasil Adkins,
T.S.O.L.,
Marine Girls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Germs,
48th St. Collective,
David Axelrod,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Minny Pops,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Glambeats Corp.,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mary Jane Girls,
Althea and Donna,
The Moody Blues,
Judy Mowatt,
Black Pus,
Hoover,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lightning Bolt,
Skaos,
Eric Dolphy,
the Human League,
Japan,
Piero Umiliani,
Television Personalities,
Ornette Coleman,
The Fuzztones,
Tres Demented,
Skarface,
The Techniques,
Parry Music,
Masters at Work,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Gories,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Archie Shepp,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Infiniti,
The Vogues,
Crime,
Idris Muhammad,
Ultra Naté,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.