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 Liechtenstein and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Woodstock and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Rekid to the dance 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
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,
Lalo Schifrin,
John Holt,
Gong,
Oneida,
Sound Behaviour,
Supertramp,
Ponytail,
Reagan Youth,
Schoolly D,
Severed Heads,
Althea and Donna,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Litter,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sonic Youth,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gang Starr,
PIL,
Archie Shepp,
The Associates,
the Swans,
Massinfluence,
The Move,
Y Pants,
Eddi Front,
Parry Music,
Mad Mike,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Blake Baxter,
A Certain Ratio,
Eurythmics,
DJ Style,
Loose Ends,
Tim Buckley,
Don Cherry,
Suburban Knight,
ABBA,
The Blackbyrds,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Index,
Dawn Penn,
Skarface,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mantronix,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nirvana,
The Names,
The Monochrome Set,
Robert Görl,
The Count Five,
Thompson Twins,
Masters at Work,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
DNA,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bad Manners,
Iggy Pop,
The Neon Judgement,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.