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 Tanzania and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 The Shadows of Knight 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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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,
Procol Harum,
Lungfish,
Television,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Magazine,
Black Flag,
Gregory Isaacs,
Andrew Hill,
The American Breed,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Skriet,
Black Pus,
Fad Gadget,
Sight & Sound,
Eddi Front,
Shoche,
Davy DMX,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rites of Spring,
The Modern Lovers,
Jacob Miller,
The Detroit Cobras,
Underground Resistance,
Bush Tetras,
The Fire Engines,
the Soft Cell,
Brothers Johnson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crooked Eye,
Drexciya,
Matthew Halsall,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Surgeon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Black Sheep,
Kenny Larkin,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lou Christie,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Walker Brothers,
The Raincoats,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pere Ubu,
Bizarre Inc.,
Delta 5,
Agitation Free,
Severed Heads,
Marvin Gaye,
The Sonics,
Warren Ellis,
The Seeds,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The New Christs,
The Kinks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nirvana,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eurythmics,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.