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 Tanzania and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mighty Diamonds to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
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,
Donald Byrd,
Franke,
Monks,
Camberwell Now,
Negative Approach,
Faust,
Sällskapet,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bill Near,
UT,
Fad Gadget,
Slick Rick,
June Days,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mandrill,
Pere Ubu,
Blake Baxter,
Letta Mbulu,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Fugs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lou Reed,
Albert Ayler,
Drive Like Jehu,
Can,
Oneida,
Todd Rundgren,
Mo-Dettes,
KRS-One,
Flipper,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pagans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Flesh Eaters,
Loose Ends,
Minnie Riperton,
H. Thieme,
The Fuzztones,
Kayak,
Severed Heads,
Nico,
The Tremeloes,
Tommy Roe,
Bang On A Can,
The Real Kids,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Monolake,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ultravox,
Skaos,
Soul II Soul,
Model 500,
The Young Rascals,
Unrelated Segments,
Lou Christie,
Tomorrow,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.