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 Barbados and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
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,
Glenn Branca,
Neil Young,
Dark Day,
Frankie Knuckles,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gang of Four,
ABBA,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eddi Front,
Barry Ungar,
EPMD,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marine Girls,
Au Pairs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mark Hollis,
Electric Prunes,
Talk Talk,
Outsiders,
Delta 5,
Lebanon Hanover,
Silicon Teens,
Barrington Levy,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Divine Comedy,
Lou Reed,
Al Stewart,
MC5,
the Germs,
Scrapy,
The Evens,
Joey Negro,
Derrick May,
Second Layer,
New York Dolls,
Khruangbin,
Zapp,
Roy Ayers,
Royal Trux,
LL Cool J,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Soulsonic Force,
Kool Moe Dee,
Albert Ayler,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Oblivians,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Fania All-Stars,
Altered Images,
The Sonics,
Index,
Simply Red,
The Young Rascals,
The Fortunes,
Drexciya,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pierre Henry,
Pole,
The Pretty Things,
Unwound,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.