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 Uruguay and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin 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 Minutemen to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan 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 clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb 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,
Marc Almond,
UT,
Echospace,
The Fortunes,
Flash Fearless,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Television Personalities,
Danielle Patucci,
Marmalade,
Whodini,
Marvin Gaye,
the Slits,
Ice-T,
Index,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Motorama,
Erykah Badu,
The Angels of Light,
The Victims,
Black Sheep,
a-ha,
Glenn Branca,
Subhumans,
Joe Smooth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
X-102,
Warsaw,
Stereo Dub,
These Immortal Souls,
The Standells,
Jeff Mills,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marine Girls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eve St. Jones,
Kenny Larkin,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tom Boy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Newcleus,
U.S. Maple,
Scott Walker,
Bobby Womack,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pierre Henry,
The Sonics,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gong,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ituana,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bluetip,
Nik Kershaw,
Bauhaus,
The Moody Blues,
The Last Poets,
Pussy Galore,
Idris Muhammad,
the Human League,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Grauzone,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.