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 Nigeria and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Shanghai.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Minny Pops to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
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,
Drexciya,
Thompson Twins,
Pantytec,
Moss Icon,
Loose Ends,
The Standells,
Alice Coltrane,
Delta 5,
Flamin' Groovies,
U.S. Maple,
Sonic Youth,
Fat Boys,
Accadde A,
Deadbeat,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Metal Thangz,
Nik Kershaw,
Lyres,
Minny Pops,
Average White Band,
Basic Channel,
Todd Terry,
Thee Headcoats,
Lower 48,
Black Sheep,
Soul II Soul,
EPMD,
The Last Poets,
Rod Modell,
Dave Gahan,
Nils Olav,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joe Finger,
Youth Brigade,
Joe Smooth,
Piero Umiliani,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Pretty Things,
Toni Rubio,
10cc,
Underground Resistance,
Kayak,
Moebius,
The Names,
The Slits,
The Fortunes,
Motorama,
The Mojo Men,
Silicon Teens,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tim Buckley,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Grey Daturas,
Aloha Tigers,
Zapp,
Stetsasonic,
Hasil Adkins,
Quadrant,
Talk Talk,
Junior Murvin,
Absolute Body Control,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.