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 Kosovo and from Stockholm.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mexico City.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gabor Szabo to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
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,
Aural Exciters,
Radio Birdman,
Bang On A Can,
Dark Day,
Buzzcocks,
The Remains,
Gang of Four,
Grey Daturas,
Nirvana,
The Count Five,
The Five Americans,
Alton Ellis,
La Düsseldorf,
Colin Newman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
JFA,
Altered Images,
DJ Style,
The Pretty Things,
Parry Music,
Ohio Players,
Sight & Sound,
The Skatalites,
Byron Stingily,
Cameo,
KRS-One,
10cc,
Livin' Joy,
Fear,
Minnie Riperton,
Girls At Our Best!,
New Age Steppers,
Minutemen,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Pop Group,
Jacob Miller,
June of 44,
John Holt,
Oneida,
Easy Going,
Whodini,
Das Ding,
Infiniti,
Faraquet,
Gil Scott Heron,
Robert Wyatt,
Public Image Ltd.,
Panda Bear,
Tom Boy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Black Moon,
Warsaw,
The United States of America,
Maurizio,
Yazoo,
Marc Almond,
Quantec,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Curtis Mayfield,
Davy DMX,
Idris Muhammad,
The Moody Blues,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.