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 Israel and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jimmy McGriff to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
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,
Guru Guru,
Black Bananas,
Traffic Nightmare,
FM Einheit,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
B.T. Express,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wasted Youth,
Derrick May,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bob Dylan,
Barbara Tucker,
Gong,
Yaz,
Index,
Jandek,
Scion,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Kinks,
Todd Rundgren,
The Fortunes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Neu!,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jeff Mills,
Scrapy,
Interpol,
Ultravox,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Carl Craig,
Model 500,
Smog,
Von Mondo,
Charles Mingus,
Siglo XX,
Banda Bassotti,
Tim Buckley,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mandrill,
Jacques Brel,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Radiohead,
Delta 5,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Toni Rubio,
Rotary Connection,
Agent Orange,
Bobby Byrd,
The Golliwogs,
Infiniti,
Robert Görl,
Fela Kuti,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pole,
Spoonie Gee,
Freddie Wadling,
Vainqueur,
Goldenarms,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.