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 Kazakhstan and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lou Reed to the jazz 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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
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,
Excepter,
Duran Duran,
Procol Harum,
Panda Bear,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
New Order,
Cheater Slicks,
Bad Manners,
Erasure,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Last Poets,
John Coltrane,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Freddie Wadling,
The Dave Clark Five,
Delta 5,
Pet Shop Boys,
Silicon Teens,
Scrapy,
Rufus Thomas,
Quantec,
Fear,
Black Moon,
Alice Coltrane,
Josef K,
Zero Boys,
Janne Schatter,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
In Retrospect,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ice-T,
Lyres,
Sight & Sound,
Bill Wells,
The Sonics,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
June Days,
Mission of Burma,
Fluxion,
Con Funk Shun,
The Slits,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Hoover,
Section 25,
Michelle Simonal,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Tommy Roe,
Bobby Womack,
Dorothy Ashby,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jacques Brel,
Mark Hollis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Severed Heads,
Swell Maps,
Lakeside,
Mandrill,
Model 500,
Chris Corsano,
Davy DMX,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.