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 Hungary and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the sitar 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 Erasure to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
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,
Boredoms,
Althea and Donna,
Shuggie Otis,
Tommy Roe,
Isaac Hayes,
JFA,
Slick Rick,
Suburban Knight,
Sam Rivers,
Joyce Sims,
The Alarm Clocks,
Black Pus,
Crash Course in Science,
Vainqueur,
Brothers Johnson,
Altered Images,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Fall,
Eyeless In Gaza,
E-Dancer,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Minnie Riperton,
Jawbox,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Doors,
Rod Modell,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kas Product,
Youth Brigade,
Cymande,
Vladislav Delay,
Cheater Slicks,
The Electric Prunes,
Dennis Brown,
Glenn Branca,
Patti Smith,
Bootsy Collins,
Black Sheep,
Scion,
DJ Style,
Bill Wells,
The Index,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Average White Band,
Pantytec,
The Gun Club,
Oblivians,
Boz Scaggs,
Bush Tetras,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tropical Tobacco,
Grandmaster Flash,
Joey Negro,
The Gladiators,
Scrapy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.