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 Korea South and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 Milan and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Audionom to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lungfish,
Simply Red,
Swell Maps,
Siglo XX,
The Leaves,
Barrington Levy,
the Sonics,
Livin' Joy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Charles Mingus,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bill Near,
Eric Dolphy,
The Buckinghams,
the Swans,
Stiv Bators,
Eric Copeland,
Angry Samoans,
Theoretical Girls,
Slick Rick,
Derrick Morgan,
Warsaw,
Joe Finger,
Ken Boothe,
The Count Five,
Icehouse,
The Martian,
The Detroit Cobras,
Letta Mbulu,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marvin Gaye,
Crash Course in Science,
Soulsonic Force,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jacob Miller,
Nils Olav,
OOIOO,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wings,
John Foxx,
Joey Negro,
Organ,
The Wake,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sarah Menescal,
The Music Machine,
Das Ding,
Yellowson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Aloha Tigers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lucky Dragons,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Leonard Cohen,
Altered Images,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Slave,
Crime,
Donny Hathaway,
Khruangbin,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.