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 Papua New Guinea and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Dorothy Ashby to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
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,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cal Tjader,
Guru Guru,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tom Boy,
Absolute Body Control,
Bauhaus,
Arthur Verocai,
A Certain Ratio,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ohio Players,
Black Flag,
Little Man,
Hoover,
Lou Reed,
The Durutti Column,
Michelle Simonal,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ralphi Rosario,
Chris & Cosey,
Mandrill,
Crime,
Oblivians,
Fatback Band,
Tim Buckley,
Smog,
The United States of America,
The Names,
Harry Pussy,
Jeff Lynne,
Leonard Cohen,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Stetsasonic,
Fela Kuti,
Monolake,
10cc,
Stereo Dub,
Metal Thangz,
kango's stein massive,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Spandau Ballet,
Echospace,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ossler,
The Moleskins,
Nas,
Toni Rubio,
Boz Scaggs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Deepchord,
Mary Jane Girls,
Soul II Soul,
The Vogues,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sex Pistols,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Modern Lovers,
The Leaves,
Vainqueur,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.