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 Solomon Islands and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Lyres to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
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,
Ronnie Foster,
Swell Maps,
Jeff Mills,
Kevin Saunderson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Barrington Levy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lucky Dragons,
The Mojo Men,
The Modern Lovers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Seeds,
Kaleidoscope,
Derrick May,
Terrestrial Tones,
Crime,
Warsaw,
Iggy Pop,
David McCallum,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Red Krayola,
Brass Construction,
The Electric Prunes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Y Pants,
Newcleus,
Drive Like Jehu,
Boogie Down Productions,
Warren Ellis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Slits,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lou Christie,
The Trojans,
Kerri Chandler,
Echospace,
Skarface,
Gang Green,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
John Cale,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gerry Rafferty,
Darondo,
the Human League,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tears for Fears,
Cecil Taylor,
Peter and Kerry,
Panda Bear,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Easy Going,
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.