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 Afghanistan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Johannesburg.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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,
The Sound,
Erasure,
Schoolly D,
Bobby Womack,
The Litter,
Pantytec,
Bill Near,
Organ,
T.S.O.L.,
Mr. Review,
Camouflage,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mark Hollis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Music Machine,
Jandek,
Yellowson,
Tommy Roe,
Deadbeat,
the Normal,
Ash Ra Tempel,
B.T. Express,
Warren Ellis,
Von Mondo,
Fluxion,
Black Bananas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rosa Yemen,
Los Fastidios,
Pole,
The Velvet Underground,
the Fania All-Stars,
Andrew Hill,
The Cramps,
kango's stein massive,
The Move,
Roxette,
In Retrospect,
Black Moon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Bar-Kays,
Easy Going,
Sun Ra,
Silicon Teens,
The Modern Lovers,
Max Romeo,
Ten City,
Essential Logic,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Robert Hood,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gang of Four,
Godley & Creme,
The Names,
The Busters,
David McCallum,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.