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 Cuba and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bizarre Inc. to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
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,
Animal Collective,
Dennis Brown,
Ponytail,
Trumans Water,
Sarah Menescal,
the Slits,
Tomorrow,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gang Gang Dance,
June Days,
Audionom,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Moby Grape,
Girls At Our Best!,
Toni Rubio,
H. Thieme,
Agitation Free,
Ornette Coleman,
Faust,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fugazi,
Eddi Front,
Sun City Girls,
The Blackbyrds,
Big Daddy Kane,
Icehouse,
The Star Department,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Basic Channel,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sixth Finger,
Gil Scott Heron,
Babytalk,
Bobby Byrd,
Neil Young,
Mr. Review,
Hot Snakes,
John Cale,
Intrusion,
Surgeon,
Lower 48,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Blake Baxter,
Sonny Sharrock,
The J.B.'s,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Franke,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Sonics,
Gabor Szabo,
Von Mondo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Donny Hathaway,
Brass Construction,
Alphaville,
Stiv Bators,
Oblivians,
Hoover,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.