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 St Lucia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Loose Ends to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
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,
Carl Craig,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sonic Youth,
Radio Birdman,
Godley & Creme,
Thompson Twins,
The Move,
JFA,
The Gladiators,
cv313,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The United States of America,
Bobby Sherman,
H. Thieme,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Shuggie Otis,
Iggy Pop,
Heaven 17,
Tommy Roe,
The Moody Blues,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Procol Harum,
The Star Department,
Talk Talk,
Minnie Riperton,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Last Poets,
Donny Hathaway,
Peter & Gordon,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Walker Brothers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Monks,
Tim Buckley,
Rakim,
Bob Dylan,
Mission of Burma,
Deadbeat,
Kurtis Blow,
Nick Fraelich,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scion,
The Divine Comedy,
Theoretical Girls,
Lindisfarne,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Quadrant,
The Fuzztones,
The Gun Club,
Echospace,
F. McDonald,
Lou Christie,
Suicide,
Excepter,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.