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 Malawi and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar 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 X-102 to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
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,
Visage,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kerri Chandler,
New Order,
Siglo XX,
Ituana,
Todd Rundgren,
The Zeros,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Victims,
Wire,
Main Source,
Fluxion,
Derrick May,
Flipper,
Dorothy Ashby,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Leonard Cohen,
Alison Limerick,
Sonic Youth,
Gichy Dan,
Ponytail,
the Germs,
The Fall,
Laurel Aitken,
Circle Jerks,
UT,
Black Sheep,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Y Pants,
D'Angelo,
Hoover,
Heaven 17,
Faust,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
New York Dolls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Agent Orange,
Kurtis Blow,
Rakim,
Monolake,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cameo,
Gang Green,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scientists,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Glambeats Corp.,
Girls At Our Best!,
JFA,
Barbara Tucker,
Marc Almond,
Eden Ahbez,
David Axelrod,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Warsaw,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ken Boothe,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.