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 Togo and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Salvador.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Joe Smooth 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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
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,
Hoover,
Pharoah Sanders,
Stiv Bators,
Schoolly D,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scott Walker,
Pussy Galore,
Whodini,
Mo-Dettes,
Neil Young,
Vainqueur,
Section 25,
the Sonics,
Brand Nubian,
Urselle,
Lyres,
Albert Ayler,
Kurtis Blow,
F. McDonald,
The Flesh Eaters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Victims,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gang of Four,
Marine Girls,
The Mummies,
Hardrive,
The Cowsills,
OOIOO,
Au Pairs,
Newcleus,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Offenders,
The Skatalites,
The Associates,
Babytalk,
Dorothy Ashby,
Hashim,
Anakelly,
Lower 48,
Animal Collective,
Minutemen,
The Last Poets,
Minny Pops,
Lou Reed,
Bang On A Can,
Second Layer,
Mary Jane Girls,
Oneida,
DJ Sneak,
Rosa Yemen,
Warren Ellis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Index,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Surgeon,
Rod Modell,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Adolescents,
Bobby Sherman,
Symarip,
Eric B and Rakim,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.