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 Estonia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the disco 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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ten City,
Soul II Soul,
Brothers Johnson,
Danielle Patucci,
Kenny Larkin,
The Modern Lovers,
Rufus Thomas,
Aural Exciters,
Procol Harum,
Whodini,
Unrelated Segments,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Desert Stars,
Stereo Dub,
Drive Like Jehu,
Thompson Twins,
Mantronix,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Donny Hathaway,
PIL,
Thee Headcoats,
June Days,
The Angels of Light,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Beau Brummels,
Minny Pops,
Fear,
The Leaves,
The Mojo Men,
The Grass Roots,
Bauhaus,
Jawbox,
These Immortal Souls,
Flash Fearless,
Arab on Radar,
Vladislav Delay,
A Certain Ratio,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cecil Taylor,
Amon Düül II,
MC5,
Todd Rundgren,
Mission of Burma,
Sixth Finger,
Zero Boys,
Sun City Girls,
Japan,
Bang On A Can,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Grey Daturas,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Siglo XX,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kayak,
Carl Craig,
The Fugs,
The Mummies,
T. Rex,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Avey Tare,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.