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 London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Idris Muhammad to the jazz 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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
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,
John Lydon,
Ken Boothe,
Symarip,
MC5,
Amon Düül,
Flipper,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mandrill,
Gichy Dan,
Jawbox,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sandy B,
Fat Boys,
Aaron Thompson,
Spoonie Gee,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dave Gahan,
Graham Central Station,
Eli Mardock,
Television Personalities,
Bauhaus,
The Tremeloes,
Alton Ellis,
The Standells,
Radio Birdman,
Fatback Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Gap Band,
Supertramp,
Trumans Water,
Spandau Ballet,
Gerry Rafferty,
DNA,
The Toasters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ultra Naté,
The Raincoats,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Judy Mowatt,
The Sonics,
The Dirtbombs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tubeway Army,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pierre Henry,
Stetsasonic,
The Blackbyrds,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Glambeats Corp.,
Barbara Tucker,
Byron Stingily,
The Moody Blues,
Brothers Johnson,
Maurizio,
Yusef Lateef,
Shoche,
Boredoms,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.