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 Barbados and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Lou Reed to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
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,
Agent Orange,
Davy DMX,
Kenny Larkin,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Godley & Creme,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Deepchord,
Siglo XX,
Brass Construction,
Flipper,
Sam Rivers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fugazi,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Brand Nubian,
Gang Green,
Circle Jerks,
Intrusion,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Colin Newman,
Deadbeat,
Wings,
Fat Boys,
Blossom Toes,
Juan Atkins,
Prince Buster,
Eurythmics,
Charles Mingus,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Theoretical Girls,
the Sonics,
Drexciya,
Pulsallama,
The Knickerbockers,
Black Moon,
Cal Tjader,
Essential Logic,
Pharoah Sanders,
Quando Quango,
Sällskapet,
Underground Resistance,
Flash Fearless,
Donald Byrd,
Niagra,
Ralphi Rosario,
Subhumans,
Joe Smooth,
10cc,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sarah Menescal,
Pagans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kevin Saunderson,
Organ,
Junior Murvin,
Stereo Dub,
Blake Baxter,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.