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 Latvia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Sao Paulo.
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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin 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 James White and The Blacks 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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
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,
The Victims,
Ultra Naté,
Alison Limerick,
Derrick May,
The Dead C,
David Bowie,
Andrew Hill,
Surgeon,
Boredoms,
Fear,
Jacques Brel,
Loose Ends,
Soul II Soul,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eric Dolphy,
Jawbox,
The Stooges,
MC5,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Monochrome Set,
The Selecter,
Interpol,
Albert Ayler,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Throbbing Gristle,
Iggy Pop,
Bauhaus,
Black Moon,
Lyres,
Zero Boys,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Japan,
Brand Nubian,
Organ,
The Star Department,
Bobby Byrd,
Josef K,
Procol Harum,
Gong,
Roxette,
Kurtis Blow,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Birthday Party,
The Smoke,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tres Demented,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bush Tetras,
Tommy Roe,
Davy DMX,
Kas Product,
Black Flag,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Blackbyrds,
Harpers Bizarre,
Angry Samoans,
Patti Smith,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.