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 Dominica and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manchester.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Television Personalities to the punk 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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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,
Ten City,
Boz Scaggs,
The Dirtbombs,
Charles Mingus,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mars,
L. Decosne,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
James White and The Blacks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Remains,
The Cure,
Junior Murvin,
The Star Department,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Knickerbockers,
The Grass Roots,
Lou Christie,
Matthew Bourne,
Ossler,
Dave Gahan,
Unwound,
Joey Negro,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bobby Womack,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Busters,
Reuben Wilson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Soft Machine,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Altered Images,
Grandmaster Flash,
Skaos,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Thee Headcoats,
The Misunderstood,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wasted Youth,
Moss Icon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Barclay James Harvest,
Whodini,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Terry Callier,
Clear Light,
Public Enemy,
Lakeside,
Tomorrow,
Terrestrial Tones,
Todd Terry,
Cymande,
Ronnie Foster,
Stockholm Monsters,
Alice Coltrane,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.