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 Macedonia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Outsiders to the dance 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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
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,
Can,
Sandy B,
Lyres,
The Litter,
Minnie Riperton,
Traffic Nightmare,
Aswad,
The Cure,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Busters,
Letta Mbulu,
Erasure,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Martian,
Johnny Osbourne,
Quadrant,
The Barracudas,
Funky Four + One,
Sarah Menescal,
the Association,
Skarface,
Henry Cow,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tommy Roe,
Sparks,
New York Dolls,
Brick,
Vainqueur,
Hasil Adkins,
Peter and Kerry,
Harry Pussy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marc Almond,
Blossom Toes,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Beau Brummels,
Tropical Tobacco,
Yaz,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Faust,
Lungfish,
Jandek,
The Monks,
The Count Five,
Ten City,
Sugar Minott,
The Smiths,
Crispy Ambulance,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eden Ahbez,
Byron Stingily,
Danielle Patucci,
Porter Ricks,
Black Moon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Steve Hackett,
Thompson Twins,
Delta 5,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Suicide,
The Cramps,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.