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 Grenada and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Yaz to the punk 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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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,
MDC,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Boz Scaggs,
Lakeside,
Pantaleimon,
The Standells,
Dark Day,
Ornette Coleman,
Royal Trux,
Lucky Dragons,
Mandrill,
Jandek,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sällskapet,
Byron Stingily,
Drexciya,
a-ha,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Residents,
PIL,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lightning Bolt,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Derrick May,
Joey Negro,
Charles Mingus,
The Searchers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gabor Szabo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ice-T,
Lower 48,
Bobbi Humphrey,
8 Eyed Spy,
Section 25,
The Index,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mad Mike,
Spoonie Gee,
The Buckinghams,
Quantec,
Interpol,
The Blackbyrds,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Malaria!,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joyce Sims,
Kenny Larkin,
Nick Fraelich,
Ultra Naté,
New Order,
Fear,
The Tremeloes,
Althea and Donna,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nico,
Soul Sonic Force,
Smog,
The Leaves,
The Doobie Brothers,
FM Einheit,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.