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 Antigua and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Kinks to the grunge 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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
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,
Isaac Hayes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Absolute Body Control,
The Associates,
The Gap Band,
The Monochrome Set,
The New Christs,
Bronski Beat,
Minor Threat,
Banda Bassotti,
Mary Jane Girls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Juan Atkins,
Shoche,
The Motions,
Andrew Hill,
Deadbeat,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fela Kuti,
Arab on Radar,
La Düsseldorf,
Fatback Band,
John Cale,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fugazi,
Scan 7,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Soft Machine,
Brick,
Barrington Levy,
Ossler,
The Selecter,
Warsaw,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Radio Birdman,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Fire Engines,
Agitation Free,
Q65,
Morten Harket,
Bobby Womack,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Adolescents,
Henry Cow,
Niagra,
DJ Sneak,
Howard Jones,
China Crisis,
Fluxion,
Glenn Branca,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bobby Byrd,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Gun Club,
Graham Central Station,
The Evens,
Leonard Cohen,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.