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 Montenegro and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Marcia Griffiths to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
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,
Camberwell Now,
Reuben Wilson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fortunes,
Lyres,
Wolf Eyes,
The Index,
Soulsonic Force,
Robert Wyatt,
Henry Cow,
ABC,
Audionom,
The Standells,
Gong,
Sonic Youth,
The Shadows of Knight,
Warren Ellis,
Ice-T,
China Crisis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Suburban Knight,
The Count Five,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eric Copeland,
The Trojans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fat Boys,
Lakeside,
Jerry's Kids,
A Certain Ratio,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Chris Corsano,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Shuggie Otis,
Gabor Szabo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lucky Dragons,
Can,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gastr Del Sol,
David McCallum,
Brick,
Nik Kershaw,
The Busters,
CMW,
Drive Like Jehu,
Aswad,
John Cale,
Curtis Mayfield,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Steve Hackett,
Quadrant,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Pretty Things,
The Angels of Light,
Althea and Donna,
Average White Band,
Silicon Teens,
Qualms,
Scrapy,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.