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 Comoros and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin 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 Toni Rubio to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
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,
Shuggie Otis,
Gang of Four,
Suburban Knight,
Yaz,
The Count Five,
Rakim,
The Move,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eurythmics,
Deadbeat,
kango's stein massive,
Smog,
The Human League,
48th St. Collective,
Scratch Acid,
Minor Threat,
Amon Düül,
Ultra Naté,
The Victims,
Laurel Aitken,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
cv313,
Clear Light,
Anakelly,
Ponytail,
Mark Hollis,
Joensuu 1685,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Deakin,
The Fire Engines,
Delta 5,
Model 500,
Charles Mingus,
Crispy Ambulance,
Easy Going,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tres Demented,
Altered Images,
China Crisis,
Masters at Work,
Piero Umiliani,
KRS-One,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lightning Bolt,
Nils Olav,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
John Cale,
Angry Samoans,
Barrington Levy,
Harry Pussy,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Fugs,
Spoonie Gee,
Swell Maps,
The Grass Roots,
Scion,
Severed Heads,
Mr. Review,
Funkadelic,
Agent Orange,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.