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 Ecuador and from Beijing.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the sitar 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 Ultra Naté to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez 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 marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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,
Wings,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Durutti Column,
Darondo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Max Romeo,
Stockholm Monsters,
New Age Steppers,
The Walker Brothers,
Lungfish,
Silicon Teens,
Sugar Minott,
Stereo Dub,
Arab on Radar,
U.S. Maple,
One Last Wish,
Little Man,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sonny Sharrock,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Public Enemy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Monks,
Rites of Spring,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Easy Going,
Piero Umiliani,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Masters at Work,
Bootsy Collins,
Eric Dolphy,
Cluster,
Massinfluence,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Neil Young,
Amon Düül,
Ornette Coleman,
Accadde A,
The Vogues,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scratch Acid,
Moebius,
David Axelrod,
Bill Wells,
Severed Heads,
Jacques Brel,
The Modern Lovers,
Freddie Wadling,
New Order,
Brand Nubian,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bronski Beat,
Deadbeat,
Black Moon,
Mandrill,
Bobby Sherman,
JFA,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ultravox,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Gap Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.