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 Burkina and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Crime to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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,
The Blackbyrds,
cv313,
Sonic Youth,
Terry Callier,
Blancmange,
E-Dancer,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Essential Logic,
Crash Course in Science,
The Blues Magoos,
Mars,
Iggy Pop,
Aaron Thompson,
Aloha Tigers,
Shuggie Otis,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sam Rivers,
Supertramp,
The Neon Judgement,
Echospace,
The Slits,
Juan Atkins,
Severed Heads,
Slick Rick,
Vladislav Delay,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gang of Four,
Dennis Brown,
The Music Machine,
Absolute Body Control,
Slave,
Marvin Gaye,
U.S. Maple,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Beau Brummels,
Derrick May,
Prince Buster,
the Normal,
Judy Mowatt,
Faraquet,
Los Fastidios,
The Skatalites,
The Gories,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pole,
Gastr Del Sol,
China Crisis,
Sandy B,
MC5,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fela Kuti,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tubeway Army,
The Raincoats,
Average White Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Fuzztones,
Fat Boys,
Lucky Dragons,
Blake Baxter,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.