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 Suriname and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar 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 Goldenarms to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
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,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Fortunes,
The Knickerbockers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Piero Umiliani,
Alphaville,
Shoche,
Zapp,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Skarface,
Scion,
The Alarm Clocks,
Erykah Badu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bill Wells,
Porter Ricks,
Y Pants,
The Selecter,
Barclay James Harvest,
Delta 5,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Moleskins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Altered Images,
R.M.O.,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Move,
Little Man,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wolf Eyes,
Gang of Four,
The Offenders,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Stooges,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Skaos,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dawn Penn,
Dennis Brown,
Stiv Bators,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Minutemen,
Whodini,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ronan,
Freddie Wadling,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rufus Thomas,
Agitation Free,
Malaria!,
Echospace,
Harpers Bizarre,
Chris & Cosey,
Ronnie Foster,
Cecil Taylor,
Charles Mingus,
Moby Grape,
Nas,
Jawbox,
Brick,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.