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 Croatia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro 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 Niagra to the funk 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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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,
Ludus,
Symarip,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Monolake,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Fall,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Cramps,
Ornette Coleman,
Altered Images,
DNA,
The Knickerbockers,
Television,
Minutemen,
Ponytail,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Clear Light,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dead Boys,
Nirvana,
Bush Tetras,
The Selecter,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mary Jane Girls,
Slave,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joensuu 1685,
Ronnie Foster,
Fad Gadget,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Magazine,
CMW,
Max Romeo,
Leonard Cohen,
Harmonia,
Hardrive,
Tim Buckley,
The Walker Brothers,
Graham Central Station,
Ohio Players,
Lungfish,
The Trojans,
Q65,
Sight & Sound,
Grandmaster Flash,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wings,
Joe Finger,
Kerri Chandler,
Japan,
Wally Richardson,
Quantec,
The New Christs,
Cameo,
Susan Cadogan,
Pagans,
The Slits,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
New Age Steppers,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.