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 India and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and London.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Man Eating Sloth to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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,
Minutemen,
Wolf Eyes,
Fatback Band,
Swans,
Kerrie Biddell,
Stereo Dub,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bang On A Can,
Electric Prunes,
The Black Dice,
Thompson Twins,
The Monochrome Set,
China Crisis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Walker Brothers,
The United States of America,
Bluetip,
Sonic Youth,
K-Klass,
The Names,
Scott Walker,
Buzzcocks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Deakin,
Sex Pistols,
Ronnie Foster,
Fluxion,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Excepter,
John Foxx,
June of 44,
Slick Rick,
Steve Hackett,
Angry Samoans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Maurizio,
Brand Nubian,
D'Angelo,
World's Most,
Jandek,
Pantaleimon,
Glenn Branca,
The Fire Engines,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
kango's stein massive,
Goldenarms,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Urselle,
Eric B and Rakim,
Symarip,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fear,
Masters at Work,
Neil Young,
Von Mondo,
Stetsasonic,
Eli Mardock,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.