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 St Lucia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ 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 Althea and Donna to the funk 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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
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,
Chrome,
Bluetip,
F. McDonald,
The Cowsills,
Youth Brigade,
Masters at Work,
The Fuzztones,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Matthew Halsall,
Mandrill,
Franke,
the Germs,
Amazonics,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Alice Coltrane,
Swell Maps,
Stereo Dub,
Ken Boothe,
Dark Day,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Anakelly,
Eyeless In Gaza,
a-ha,
The Slackers,
Prince Buster,
The Residents,
Kenny Larkin,
Andrew Hill,
Nation of Ulysses,
Blake Baxter,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Walker Brothers,
Fatback Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Terry Callier,
Ice-T,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Gun Club,
Heaven 17,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Japan,
The Litter,
Thompson Twins,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Khruangbin,
Dead Boys,
DJ Sneak,
Rapeman,
CMW,
Surgeon,
Accadde A,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gastr Del Sol,
Babytalk,
Lucky Dragons,
Man Parrish,
Gabor Szabo,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.