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 Lesotho and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Human League to the punk 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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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,
F. McDonald,
Sun Ra,
Kaleidoscope,
CMW,
Fluxion,
The Shadows of Knight,
Darondo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Grauzone,
Gerry Rafferty,
One Last Wish,
Shoche,
Au Pairs,
X-Ray Spex,
Letta Mbulu,
Faraquet,
Y Pants,
The Evens,
Delon & Dalcan,
Flipper,
Underground Resistance,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Deepchord,
The Angels of Light,
8 Eyed Spy,
Chris & Cosey,
Loose Ends,
Iggy Pop,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Monochrome Set,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cecil Taylor,
Dennis Brown,
Donny Hathaway,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
X-102,
H. Thieme,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Trojans,
David Axelrod,
Groovy Waters,
Circle Jerks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
D'Angelo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scratch Acid,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Real Kids,
Rapeman,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Desert Stars,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lucky Dragons,
Sonic Youth,
JFA,
The Walker Brothers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Smoke,
Bad Manners,
Don Cherry,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.