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 Laos and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jacob Miller to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
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,
Radio Birdman,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Surgeon,
Popol Vuh,
Jandek,
Grey Daturas,
Saccharine Trust,
The Misunderstood,
Todd Terry,
The Red Krayola,
Cluster,
The Cure,
Rites of Spring,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Camberwell Now,
Yellowson,
The Mojo Men,
Man Parrish,
Danielle Patucci,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Associates,
Drexciya,
Soft Cell,
Letta Mbulu,
JFA,
James White and The Blacks,
The Walker Brothers,
Wasted Youth,
Chris & Cosey,
Soul II Soul,
Lyres,
Suicide,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
One Last Wish,
Easy Going,
Tears for Fears,
Joe Finger,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Little Man,
Morten Harket,
Alice Coltrane,
Jimmy McGriff,
Erasure,
The American Breed,
Pere Ubu,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Smoke,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Inner City,
Fela Kuti,
Tomorrow,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
This Heat,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Sonics,
the Germs,
Magma,
Half Japanese,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Qualms,
Pharoah Sanders,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.