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 Kosovo and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the guitar 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 Carl Craig to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
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,
Fat Boys,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sixth Finger,
Saccharine Trust,
Joyce Sims,
The Dirtbombs,
Monolake,
Tom Boy,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Fad Gadget,
Matthew Bourne,
Kaleidoscope,
Robert Görl,
Spandau Ballet,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Television Personalities,
Matthew Halsall,
Cheater Slicks,
Connie Case,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Second Layer,
The Mojo Men,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Hardrive,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Neu!,
Altered Images,
Sparks,
Pharoah Sanders,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cecil Taylor,
Tomorrow,
Maleditus Sound,
The Toasters,
Ten City,
Cymande,
The J.B.'s,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nik Kershaw,
Rhythm & Sound,
Underground Resistance,
Gregory Isaacs,
Groovy Waters,
Tubeway Army,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Neon Judgement,
Isaac Hayes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Vogues,
Audionom,
Max Romeo,
the Swans,
Godley & Creme,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bang On A Can,
Interpol,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.