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 Norway and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Robert Wyatt to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
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,
Howard Jones,
Roger Hodgson,
Lou Reed,
James White and The Blacks,
Delta 5,
Fat Boys,
Matthew Bourne,
Dennis Brown,
Rakim,
Bill Wells,
Quadrant,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Thompson Twins,
Sarah Menescal,
Siglo XX,
Spoonie Gee,
The Seeds,
Lyres,
The Neon Judgement,
The Alarm Clocks,
Minutemen,
Barry Ungar,
Dawn Penn,
CMW,
Lebanon Hanover,
Animal Collective,
Skriet,
Lower 48,
Eddi Front,
Juan Atkins,
Aswad,
Neil Young,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Max Romeo,
Joe Smooth,
Hasil Adkins,
Suicide,
Liliput,
Soulsonic Force,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Minnie Riperton,
Tom Boy,
Whodini,
Vladislav Delay,
Icehouse,
The Young Rascals,
The Zeros,
Cheater Slicks,
Neu!,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Underground Resistance,
Supertramp,
Gong,
Kool Moe Dee,
New York Dolls,
Infiniti,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scion,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.