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 Hungary and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Technova to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
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,
Eric B and Rakim,
Television Personalities,
Liliput,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Fortunes,
The Cramps,
Zapp,
Sound Behaviour,
The Gories,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scrapy,
Sun City Girls,
Susan Cadogan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ornette Coleman,
Joe Finger,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Easy Going,
Delon & Dalcan,
Shuggie Otis,
Ituana,
The Gap Band,
New Order,
Wire,
Laurel Aitken,
Davy DMX,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Don Cherry,
David Bowie,
The Star Department,
Yellowson,
Marc Almond,
The Flesh Eaters,
Whodini,
Kas Product,
Tropical Tobacco,
Das Ding,
Andrew Hill,
B.T. Express,
Gang Starr,
Nils Olav,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Invisible,
John Coltrane,
Judy Mowatt,
The Sonics,
Crime,
Howard Jones,
John Cale,
Boz Scaggs,
Peter and Kerry,
Pole,
Warren Ellis,
X-102,
Maleditus Sound,
Parry Music,
The Buckinghams,
Sugar Minott,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.