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 Panama and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Amazonics to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
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,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Black Bananas,
Soulsonic Force,
The Monks,
The Litter,
The Fire Engines,
Delta 5,
Altered Images,
Jesper Dahlback,
Vainqueur,
Tubeway Army,
Roxy Music,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dead Boys,
Flipper,
Kerrie Biddell,
Smog,
Ponytail,
U.S. Maple,
The Golliwogs,
Ludus,
Sonic Youth,
Brand Nubian,
Todd Terry,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dual Sessions,
Rhythm & Sound,
Siglo XX,
The Divine Comedy,
Junior Murvin,
Oblivians,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dave Gahan,
Crooked Eye,
Q and Not U,
Heaven 17,
The Invisible,
Iggy Pop,
the Germs,
Scientists,
Shoche,
Scion,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Erykah Badu,
The Smoke,
Qualms,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Index,
Neil Young,
Clear Light,
Mo-Dettes,
Fad Gadget,
Subhumans,
Man Eating Sloth,
Masters at Work,
The Stooges,
Gang Gang Dance,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.