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 Yemen and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the marimba 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 Mo-Dettes to the funk 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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
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,
Yellowson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soul II Soul,
Rufus Thomas,
CMW,
John Lydon,
the Normal,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sonic Youth,
Erykah Badu,
Jacques Brel,
Sound Behaviour,
ABBA,
Jandek,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Barbara Tucker,
Television,
Bobby Byrd,
Pagans,
Ronnie Foster,
Cecil Taylor,
Zapp,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nils Olav,
The Golliwogs,
Nico,
Faraquet,
10cc,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Robert Hood,
Hashim,
Mary Jane Girls,
Roxy Music,
Essential Logic,
The Slits,
The Divine Comedy,
Lindisfarne,
U.S. Maple,
Absolute Body Control,
Dead Boys,
Bang On A Can,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Electric Prunes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Aaron Thompson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Minor Threat,
The Last Poets,
Donald Byrd,
Peter & Gordon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Oneida,
the Fania All-Stars,
Niagra,
Donny Hathaway,
Crash Course in Science,
Reagan Youth,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.