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 Dominican Republic and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Mission of Burma to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
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,
Chrome,
Anakelly,
Joy Division,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Blackbyrds,
Steve Hackett,
Sarah Menescal,
The Smiths,
Sonny Sharrock,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
ABC,
X-101,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Warren Ellis,
Subhumans,
Metal Thangz,
Cecil Taylor,
The Red Krayola,
Ronan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Blancmange,
The Victims,
Maleditus Sound,
Mars,
Monolake,
Mo-Dettes,
Bobby Byrd,
Hashim,
JFA,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Spandau Ballet,
Eurythmics,
Moby Grape,
Ken Boothe,
Maurizio,
The Fortunes,
The Residents,
John Coltrane,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scott Walker,
Japan,
Magazine,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Crime,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bootsy Collins,
Lightning Bolt,
Bill Wells,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Electric Prunes,
Rufus Thomas,
Franke,
Zero Boys,
Dennis Brown,
Graham Central Station,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.