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 Norway and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin 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 Blossom Toes to the electroclash 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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
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,
DJ Style,
Subhumans,
The Invisible,
CMW,
Big Daddy Kane,
Average White Band,
Parry Music,
Young Marble Giants,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Blackbyrds,
Silicon Teens,
ABBA,
James White and The Blacks,
Joey Negro,
Spoonie Gee,
Byron Stingily,
The Slits,
Schoolly D,
DJ Sneak,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Monochrome Set,
Liliput,
Michelle Simonal,
Roger Hodgson,
Donny Hathaway,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Aural Exciters,
Arcadia,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Birthday Party,
Crispy Ambulance,
Severed Heads,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Skatalites,
The Pretty Things,
Basic Channel,
Yellowson,
Metal Thangz,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Cramps,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tres Demented,
Rhythm & Sound,
Suicide,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eli Mardock,
Minor Threat,
Carl Craig,
Mission of Burma,
The Offenders,
Letta Mbulu,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Surgeon,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Smiths,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Andrew Hill,
Arthur Verocai,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.