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 Madagascar and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Angels of Light to the rock 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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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,
Al Stewart,
Yusef Lateef,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Standells,
Radiohead,
Sister Nancy,
Lee Hazlewood,
X-101,
Underground Resistance,
Boredoms,
John Coltrane,
Public Image Ltd.,
Procol Harum,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scan 7,
Tears for Fears,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Basic Channel,
Sonic Youth,
Nico,
Pantaleimon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Idris Muhammad,
These Immortal Souls,
Deakin,
Smog,
Los Fastidios,
Jawbox,
the Swans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Metal Thangz,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Half Japanese,
The Litter,
Thee Headcoats,
Stiv Bators,
Wally Richardson,
Rakim,
Camberwell Now,
Easy Going,
Lindisfarne,
Oblivians,
The Moleskins,
Sandy B,
Todd Rundgren,
Jacques Brel,
Spoonie Gee,
Pagans,
Depeche Mode,
The Seeds,
Cal Tjader,
Camouflage,
Junior Murvin,
Dead Boys,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Pretty Things,
Frankie Knuckles,
Crooked Eye,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.