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 Dominica and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 R.M.O. to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
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,
Roxette,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Slackers,
Sam Rivers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Skaos,
Accadde A,
Country Teasers,
Donald Byrd,
Gong,
Gichy Dan,
Anakelly,
Maurizio,
the Swans,
Erasure,
Soulsonic Force,
The United States of America,
Roy Ayers,
Hasil Adkins,
Neu!,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fela Kuti,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Stetsasonic,
Brass Construction,
The Count Five,
The Leaves,
Hot Snakes,
Tres Demented,
The Fortunes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
June Days,
The Slits,
The Pretty Things,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Drive Like Jehu,
Half Japanese,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Livin' Joy,
Barry Ungar,
The Moody Blues,
Cheater Slicks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lightning Bolt,
The Monks,
One Last Wish,
Severed Heads,
Slick Rick,
Black Flag,
Gerry Rafferty,
Andrew Hill,
Das Ding,
Model 500,
Camouflage,
8 Eyed Spy,
Skarface,
Nick Fraelich,
Piero Umiliani,
DJ Sneak,
Smog,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.