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 Peru and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
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,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wolf Eyes,
Todd Rundgren,
Interpol,
Susan Cadogan,
Procol Harum,
Anthony Braxton,
Crooked Eye,
The Sonics,
E-Dancer,
John Coltrane,
The Birthday Party,
The Kinks,
Can,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
KRS-One,
The Tremeloes,
UT,
JFA,
The Selecter,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sonic Youth,
Whodini,
The Durutti Column,
Tomorrow,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Duran Duran,
Porter Ricks,
Albert Ayler,
In Retrospect,
Marine Girls,
The Wake,
Cymande,
Eden Ahbez,
Carl Craig,
Sister Nancy,
Bob Dylan,
Sällskapet,
Kayak,
Deakin,
Arthur Verocai,
Fugazi,
Moebius,
a-ha,
Wings,
Sonny Sharrock,
Erasure,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lebanon Hanover,
DJ Sneak,
Cluster,
X-102,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Accadde A,
Cal Tjader,
Boogie Down Productions,
Liliput,
Kool Moe Dee,
One Last Wish,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner 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.