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 Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 snare 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 Chris & Cosey to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Harry Pussy,
ABBA,
Technova,
Harmonia,
The Music Machine,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Big Daddy Kane,
Camouflage,
Essential Logic,
Todd Terry,
Agent Orange,
Juan Atkins,
Ice-T,
Althea and Donna,
Siglo XX,
Josef K,
Hardrive,
Alison Limerick,
Joe Smooth,
Stetsasonic,
Fat Boys,
Peter and Kerry,
Colin Newman,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Bar-Kays,
X-101,
Ronnie Foster,
Warsaw,
These Immortal Souls,
Minor Threat,
The Smoke,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sex Pistols,
Loose Ends,
Ituana,
Eddi Front,
Oblivians,
Andrew Hill,
The American Breed,
Sonic Youth,
Nas,
Sandy B,
The Tremeloes,
Wings,
Bill Near,
UT,
The Dead C,
Fugazi,
The Golliwogs,
Davy DMX,
Spandau Ballet,
the Association,
Peter & Gordon,
Tom Boy,
The Blackbyrds,
Radio Birdman,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.