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 San Marino and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Milan and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lou Reed to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Porter Ricks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marmalade,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Maleditus Sound,
Toni Rubio,
Johnny Clarke,
the Soft Cell,
Brass Construction,
The Red Krayola,
Erykah Badu,
the Slits,
Clear Light,
Matthew Bourne,
Alton Ellis,
New Age Steppers,
La Düsseldorf,
Pere Ubu,
Oblivians,
The Associates,
Tears for Fears,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Monks,
the Normal,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eli Mardock,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Dave Clark Five,
Flash Fearless,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Quadrant,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Mummies,
A Certain Ratio,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
June of 44,
London Community Gospel Choir,
PIL,
Gang of Four,
Blake Baxter,
Inner City,
Fluxion,
Royal Trux,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eve St. Jones,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Leonard Cohen,
Q and Not U,
Juan Atkins,
Bobby Byrd,
Donald Byrd,
The Star Department,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dawn Penn,
The Blackbyrds,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.