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 Korea North and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
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,
Wire,
The American Breed,
Robert Hood,
Ossler,
Althea and Donna,
The Moleskins,
Smog,
Faraquet,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rekid,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Cramps,
Avey Tare,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dark Day,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Stereo Dub,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kerrie Biddell,
Television Personalities,
Lightning Bolt,
The Neon Judgement,
Outsiders,
Skriet,
AZ,
Gichy Dan,
U.S. Maple,
Crime,
Electric Prunes,
The Seeds,
The Leaves,
Theoretical Girls,
Lalann,
Parry Music,
Josef K,
Flamin' Groovies,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Henry Cow,
Kool Moe Dee,
10cc,
The Saints,
Oneida,
Jandek,
Glenn Branca,
Skaos,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Gap Band,
Ronan,
The Move,
Average White Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Jacques Brel,
Malaria!,
The Star Department,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Neil Young,
Scientists,
the Fania All-Stars,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.