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 Tuvalu and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Interpol to the rap 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
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,
Chris Corsano,
The Misunderstood,
The Residents,
Kerri Chandler,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tubeway Army,
Roxette,
Jeff Lynne,
OOIOO,
Joensuu 1685,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
B.T. Express,
Dark Day,
Average White Band,
The United States of America,
The Techniques,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Sound,
Fat Boys,
The Grass Roots,
Mary Jane Girls,
Alison Limerick,
The Tremeloes,
The Remains,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ronnie Foster,
Goldenarms,
10cc,
Joyce Sims,
Jeru the Damaja,
Y Pants,
Minnie Riperton,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Association,
Lower 48,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Japan,
the Swans,
the Bar-Kays,
T.S.O.L.,
Alphaville,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mars,
ABBA,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Max Romeo,
Circle Jerks,
Ohio Players,
Aaron Thompson,
June Days,
Gabor Szabo,
Moby Grape,
Hoover,
Roy Ayers,
John Coltrane,
the Fania All-Stars,
Oblivians,
The Buckinghams,
Todd Rundgren,
The Moody Blues,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.