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 Luxembourg and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
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,
Arthur Verocai,
Ossler,
Soul II Soul,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Magazine,
The Blues Magoos,
The Motions,
Bill Wells,
Nils Olav,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Cure,
a-ha,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Blancmange,
Todd Terry,
The Doobie Brothers,
Delta 5,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Chrome,
Fluxion,
Judy Mowatt,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Al Stewart,
The Remains,
Subhumans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Real Kids,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Stereo Dub,
Faust,
Wally Richardson,
Tres Demented,
X-Ray Spex,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Swans,
Pole,
The Moody Blues,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The J.B.'s,
The Music Machine,
Model 500,
Rotary Connection,
Tomorrow,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gerry Rafferty,
Quantec,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Minutemen,
The Count Five,
Echospace,
Marc Almond,
The Five Americans,
The Victims,
The Red Krayola,
Deadbeat,
Black Moon,
Joe Smooth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.