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 El Salvador and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 A Certain Ratio to the rock 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
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,
Ten City,
Bauhaus,
Mo-Dettes,
R.M.O.,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Toasters,
The Fugs,
Prince Buster,
June Days,
Kerri Chandler,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Wake,
The Five Americans,
Laurel Aitken,
Zapp,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lucky Dragons,
The Leaves,
Drexciya,
Underground Resistance,
Outsiders,
Blossom Toes,
Joe Smooth,
Oneida,
Man Parrish,
Stereo Dub,
The Doobie Brothers,
Roxy Music,
Terrestrial Tones,
Grauzone,
Chrome,
David McCallum,
Marmalade,
Blancmange,
Janne Schatter,
T.S.O.L.,
Tim Buckley,
The Durutti Column,
Con Funk Shun,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ludus,
Section 25,
Malaria!,
The Gories,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Alarm Clocks,
Arab on Radar,
Soul Sonic Force,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Radiohead,
The Dead C,
The Happenings,
the Germs,
Surgeon,
Main Source,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Smog,
Pere Ubu,
Gabor Szabo,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.