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 Haiti and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes 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 Barrington Levy to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
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,
Ken Boothe,
Nico,
Gabor Szabo,
Neu!,
Lower 48,
Pantytec,
Quantec,
Pole,
Joy Division,
The Shadows of Knight,
Desert Stars,
The Techniques,
Quadrant,
Black Bananas,
Joe Smooth,
Little Man,
Drexciya,
Liliput,
Ludus,
Lucky Dragons,
The Invisible,
Roy Ayers,
Anakelly,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Soft Cell,
The Young Rascals,
The Fuzztones,
Monks,
The Pop Group,
Nik Kershaw,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Letta Mbulu,
Morten Harket,
Vainqueur,
Technova,
Rakim,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Skatalites,
Au Pairs,
H. Thieme,
Public Image Ltd.,
Los Fastidios,
Flipper,
Donny Hathaway,
Zero Boys,
Yusef Lateef,
The Saints,
The Move,
The Vogues,
The Monochrome Set,
Soft Cell,
Henry Cow,
Fatback Band,
The Moody Blues,
The Cowsills,
David Axelrod,
Darondo,
Index,
Agitation Free,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.