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 South Africa and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Infiniti to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
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,
Bootsy Collins,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Schoolly D,
Parry Music,
Hasil Adkins,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mad Mike,
Roxy Music,
The Stooges,
Rosa Yemen,
Marvin Gaye,
Crooked Eye,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rhythm & Sound,
Aswad,
Piero Umiliani,
Althea and Donna,
Babytalk,
Kerrie Biddell,
Magazine,
Minnie Riperton,
Scrapy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Morten Harket,
Bronski Beat,
Camouflage,
The Vogues,
Wolf Eyes,
Mark Hollis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Neil Young,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Josef K,
Lou Reed,
Bill Wells,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lakeside,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Albert Ayler,
Warsaw,
Cecil Taylor,
Arthur Verocai,
Malaria!,
Oneida,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Litter,
The Skatalites,
The Real Kids,
Audionom,
Mantronix,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Archie Shepp,
UT,
The Busters,
The Sonics,
The Raincoats,
Brothers Johnson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
John Lydon,
John Cale,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.