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 Mauritius and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron 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 Avey Tare to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
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,
Kaleidoscope,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Iggy Pop,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Zeros,
Grauzone,
Eve St. Jones,
The Knickerbockers,
Sight & Sound,
Y Pants,
Blake Baxter,
The Barracudas,
Siglo XX,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Black Dice,
Main Source,
Marc Almond,
Sound Behaviour,
Brass Construction,
Idris Muhammad,
New Order,
Alice Coltrane,
MC5,
Eurythmics,
The Fortunes,
David McCallum,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Hot Snakes,
Brand Nubian,
Shoche,
Ralphi Rosario,
Funkadelic,
Gerry Rafferty,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Icehouse,
Silicon Teens,
Amon Düül,
Bluetip,
Mark Hollis,
Sandy B,
Gichy Dan,
Matthew Bourne,
The Selecter,
Lungfish,
Derrick Morgan,
Rites of Spring,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dave Gahan,
Piero Umiliani,
Chris & Cosey,
Negative Approach,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lightning Bolt,
New Age Steppers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jimmy McGriff,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.