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 Tunisia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Evens to the dance 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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
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,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Saccharine Trust,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Litter,
Sex Pistols,
Leonard Cohen,
Terry Callier,
The Angels of Light,
Arcadia,
Aural Exciters,
Rufus Thomas,
Rhythm & Sound,
Hardrive,
R.M.O.,
Marcia Griffiths,
Juan Atkins,
PIL,
Monks,
The Searchers,
Radiohead,
Man Parrish,
The Fire Engines,
Jerry's Kids,
Interpol,
Glenn Branca,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Monks,
Yellowson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Seeds,
Mission of Burma,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Agent Orange,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Alison Limerick,
F. McDonald,
Maurizio,
Con Funk Shun,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Slackers,
Robert Hood,
Pet Shop Boys,
Porter Ricks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Black Bananas,
Andrew Hill,
The Black Dice,
Camberwell Now,
The Associates,
Arab on Radar,
Excepter,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Wake,
Heaven 17,
Moby Grape,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.