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 Jordan and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Busters to the disco 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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 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 Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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,
Ten City,
MDC,
Fela Kuti,
Sam Rivers,
Black Moon,
Motorama,
the Normal,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Beau Brummels,
Mad Mike,
Alison Limerick,
Charles Mingus,
Audionom,
Nils Olav,
Sun City Girls,
Ronnie Foster,
Inner City,
The Slackers,
Yusef Lateef,
Monolake,
Goldenarms,
Guru Guru,
Ken Boothe,
Lindisfarne,
Sugar Minott,
Althea and Donna,
Technova,
The Last Poets,
The Buckinghams,
Supertramp,
Model 500,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Max Romeo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
DJ Sneak,
The Monks,
FM Einheit,
KRS-One,
Henry Cow,
Soul Sonic Force,
Minny Pops,
The Dirtbombs,
The Golliwogs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Stereo Dub,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Music Machine,
Skriet,
DJ Style,
Joey Negro,
Josef K,
The Dave Clark Five,
Basic Channel,
Easy Going,
the Slits,
Unrelated Segments,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.