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 Benin and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Black Flag to the punk 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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
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,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scan 7,
Joe Finger,
Flipper,
Eve St. Jones,
The Trojans,
Loose Ends,
The Techniques,
Icehouse,
Susan Cadogan,
Scratch Acid,
Bill Near,
Q and Not U,
The Black Dice,
Saccharine Trust,
Minutemen,
FM Einheit,
Procol Harum,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
OOIOO,
The Gladiators,
The Cramps,
Albert Ayler,
F. McDonald,
Los Fastidios,
Underground Resistance,
the Association,
Rhythm & Sound,
Arcadia,
Theoretical Girls,
Lee Hazlewood,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Angels of Light,
Ornette Coleman,
Arthur Verocai,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Standells,
Gang of Four,
Janne Schatter,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Fania All-Stars,
Heaven 17,
Blake Baxter,
Duran Duran,
Quadrant,
Bob Dylan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dave Gahan,
L. Decosne,
MC5,
Steve Hackett,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Young Rascals,
Frankie Knuckles,
Youth Brigade,
The Motions,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Peter & Gordon,
Khruangbin,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Todd Terry,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.