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 Nicaragua and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Goldenarms to the techno 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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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,
Jerry's Kids,
The Raincoats,
Bobby Byrd,
Technova,
Brothers Johnson,
Dave Gahan,
Infiniti,
Lower 48,
U.S. Maple,
The Gun Club,
Maurizio,
Charles Mingus,
Max Romeo,
Spandau Ballet,
Pussy Galore,
Eddi Front,
Minnie Riperton,
Angry Samoans,
Nas,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Radio Birdman,
Isaac Hayes,
Pulsallama,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Model 500,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lyres,
Nico,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Kinks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Los Fastidios,
Das Ding,
Porter Ricks,
Reuben Wilson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jacob Miller,
New York Dolls,
Symarip,
The Electric Prunes,
Scott Walker,
David Axelrod,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Index,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rufus Thomas,
Chris & Cosey,
The Dead C,
Wolf Eyes,
Avey Tare,
The Durutti Column,
The Busters,
Soulsonic Force,
Fela Kuti,
Don Cherry,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eric Dolphy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.