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 Togo and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the marimba 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 Swell Maps to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
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,
Interpol,
Rakim,
Skriet,
Faraquet,
Sonic Youth,
Half Japanese,
Trumans Water,
E-Dancer,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dead Boys,
Franke,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Procol Harum,
Ronan,
AZ,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dennis Brown,
Oblivians,
Kaleidoscope,
the Bar-Kays,
The New Christs,
One Last Wish,
New York Dolls,
Gastr Del Sol,
Accadde A,
Niagra,
Masters at Work,
The Dirtbombs,
The Cure,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Electric Prunes,
The Tremeloes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Henry Cow,
Faust,
Bad Manners,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Aloha Tigers,
Tubeway Army,
The Smiths,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ken Boothe,
Hasil Adkins,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Durutti Column,
Al Stewart,
Harry Pussy,
Roxette,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Television Personalities,
Animal Collective,
Todd Terry,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Max Romeo,
Thee Headcoats,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Black Dice,
Letta Mbulu,
Panda Bear,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.