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 Chile and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Buckinghams to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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,
The Offenders,
The Evens,
David Bowie,
Janne Schatter,
Magma,
Electric Prunes,
Guru Guru,
Kayak,
Minnie Riperton,
Trumans Water,
FM Einheit,
Dennis Brown,
Ultra Naté,
the Normal,
The Birthday Party,
Ludus,
The Red Krayola,
Gang Starr,
Hashim,
Porter Ricks,
Mantronix,
kango's stein massive,
These Immortal Souls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Con Funk Shun,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Pop Group,
The Raincoats,
Barry Ungar,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tim Buckley,
Cybotron,
Alison Limerick,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Leaves,
Sugar Minott,
Sun City Girls,
Scion,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Litter,
U.S. Maple,
The Stooges,
Terry Callier,
Unwound,
Q and Not U,
The Five Americans,
The United States of America,
Charles Mingus,
The Star Department,
Surgeon,
Hasil Adkins,
Reagan Youth,
Quadrant,
Funkadelic,
Tubeway Army,
Buzzcocks,
Au Pairs,
New Order,
Peter and Kerry,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.