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 Luxembourg and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gories to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aswad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
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,
Minny Pops,
Alton Ellis,
Fear,
Ice-T,
The Zeros,
The Star Department,
The Martian,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Make Up,
Eve St. Jones,
Bobby Hutcherson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The American Breed,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Real Kids,
Ten City,
Underground Resistance,
Todd Rundgren,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pantaleimon,
Sound Behaviour,
Nils Olav,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Matthew Bourne,
Sixth Finger,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Slits,
Brothers Johnson,
Morten Harket,
Soul II Soul,
Jawbox,
Flash Fearless,
The Sonics,
Marine Girls,
Chris Corsano,
The Gories,
the Bar-Kays,
Cheater Slicks,
Idris Muhammad,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tears for Fears,
The Five Americans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jeff Lynne,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sarah Menescal,
Cymande,
Marshall Jefferson,
Theoretical Girls,
The Monks,
Wire,
Liliput,
Skriet,
John Cale,
Stetsasonic,
Ossler,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lou Christie,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.