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 Bangladesh and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Chris & Cosey to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
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,
Boogie Down Productions,
Underground Resistance,
Mandrill,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Cheater Slicks,
Crooked Eye,
Harmonia,
Eric Dolphy,
The Fall,
Porter Ricks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eric B and Rakim,
Skriet,
Desert Stars,
Flamin' Groovies,
Interpol,
Joy Division,
Guru Guru,
Peter & Gordon,
The Count Five,
Ultra Naté,
Rhythm & Sound,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
T. Rex,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Aaron Thompson,
Scion,
ABBA,
The Beau Brummels,
Brand Nubian,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Fania All-Stars,
Los Fastidios,
H. Thieme,
Ultravox,
Siglo XX,
Brass Construction,
The Mojo Men,
Agitation Free,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Germs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tim Buckley,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Gang Green,
Average White Band,
Amazonics,
Cluster,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Martian,
Barbara Tucker,
JFA,
Robert Görl,
Mr. Review,
kango's stein massive,
Oneida,
Flipper,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Detroit Cobras,
cv313,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.