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 Antigua and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 ABBA to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
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,
Second Layer,
Jerry's Kids,
Sex Pistols,
Lou Reed,
Ornette Coleman,
Delon & Dalcan,
The J.B.'s,
Alice Coltrane,
The Stooges,
Loose Ends,
The Sonics,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ultimate Spinach,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sparks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Traffic Nightmare,
Outsiders,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sandy B,
Fela Kuti,
Mo-Dettes,
Yusef Lateef,
The Modern Lovers,
Nas,
The Fire Engines,
La Düsseldorf,
Livin' Joy,
Schoolly D,
Joy Division,
Rotary Connection,
Symarip,
Brick,
The Velvet Underground,
Carl Craig,
The Mojo Men,
the Human League,
Susan Cadogan,
Clear Light,
The Fuzztones,
Blake Baxter,
Kaleidoscope,
The Birthday Party,
Faraquet,
Ossler,
The Associates,
The Happenings,
Oblivians,
Spandau Ballet,
Magma,
Warsaw,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gang of Four,
Shuggie Otis,
X-101,
the Association,
JFA,
Quando Quango,
Interpol,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.