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 Ethiopia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 John Cale to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
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,
Severed Heads,
Soul II Soul,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Man Parrish,
The Saints,
Fatback Band,
Los Fastidios,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Silicon Teens,
Chris & Cosey,
The Misunderstood,
Sister Nancy,
Alice Coltrane,
China Crisis,
Godley & Creme,
Unwound,
Lungfish,
Iggy Pop,
Lalo Schifrin,
Parry Music,
the Germs,
Supertramp,
Gil Scott Heron,
Japan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
cv313,
Q and Not U,
Marmalade,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Negative Approach,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
48th St. Collective,
New Order,
John Lydon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rod Modell,
Sugar Minott,
The Electric Prunes,
Sparks,
The Tremeloes,
The Raincoats,
Connie Case,
The J.B.'s,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Neon Judgement,
Joensuu 1685,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Swans,
Janne Schatter,
Absolute Body Control,
Steve Hackett,
The Cowsills,
Idris Muhammad,
Laurel Aitken,
the Sonics,
Black Pus,
Todd Terry,
John Coltrane,
The Associates,
The Doobie Brothers,
Vainqueur,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.