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 Liechtenstein and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the grime 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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
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,
Icehouse,
Agitation Free,
Lindisfarne,
Little Man,
Qualms,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Moody Blues,
Monolake,
Alton Ellis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
June Days,
Tom Boy,
Wings,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pere Ubu,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Surgeon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Banda Bassotti,
Y Pants,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mad Mike,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
F. McDonald,
Ponytail,
The Saints,
Bauhaus,
Blake Baxter,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bronski Beat,
Neu!,
Cluster,
Carl Craig,
Amazonics,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
John Cale,
Black Bananas,
Royal Trux,
Pagans,
Delon & Dalcan,
Barbara Tucker,
Skaos,
Cybotron,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pet Shop Boys,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Cure,
The Blues Magoos,
Technova,
Essential Logic,
Index,
David McCallum,
The Remains,
Bootsy Collins,
Susan Cadogan,
Patti Smith,
Isaac Hayes,
Oblivians,
Electric Prunes,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.