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 Comoros and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 New Age Steppers to the crunk 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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
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,
Buzzcocks,
Guru Guru,
Rufus Thomas,
Barry Ungar,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gang of Four,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Kinks,
Sandy B,
Johnny Clarke,
Josef K,
Dennis Brown,
Cal Tjader,
Hardrive,
Anakelly,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Leonard Cohen,
The Beau Brummels,
Scott Walker,
The Searchers,
Young Marble Giants,
Bob Dylan,
Bad Manners,
Reuben Wilson,
Essential Logic,
The Fugs,
Flash Fearless,
Pierre Henry,
Graham Central Station,
The Moody Blues,
Clear Light,
kango's stein massive,
The J.B.'s,
Absolute Body Control,
June Days,
Pere Ubu,
Joyce Sims,
Visage,
Davy DMX,
Skriet,
Sound Behaviour,
Kurtis Blow,
Siglo XX,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
LL Cool J,
Sam Rivers,
The Moleskins,
Smog,
The Modern Lovers,
Yellowson,
Vladislav Delay,
Jeru the Damaja,
In Retrospect,
The Offenders,
Hashim,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lyres,
The Slits,
Neil Young,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.