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 Maldives and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Television to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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,
Steve Hackett,
John Lydon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kayak,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eric Dolphy,
Wally Richardson,
Soft Cell,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Neu!,
Alton Ellis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Theoretical Girls,
Donny Hathaway,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Isaac Hayes,
Dual Sessions,
The Music Machine,
The Birthday Party,
Quando Quango,
Scratch Acid,
Scott Walker,
Babytalk,
Radio Birdman,
CMW,
Roy Ayers,
Colin Newman,
Eden Ahbez,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ossler,
Slick Rick,
In Retrospect,
Ituana,
Danielle Patucci,
Archie Shepp,
L. Decosne,
DJ Sneak,
Joensuu 1685,
Angry Samoans,
Lakeside,
Yusef Lateef,
Basic Channel,
The Doobie Brothers,
Camouflage,
Saccharine Trust,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Oneida,
Ultimate Spinach,
Blake Baxter,
Groovy Waters,
Crispy Ambulance,
Funky Four + One,
Au Pairs,
Brand Nubian,
Half Japanese,
Johnny Osbourne,
Anakelly,
The Victims,
T. Rex,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.