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 Lesotho and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 FM Einheit to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
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,
Saccharine Trust,
Blossom Toes,
Amazonics,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Moon,
Marmalade,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
E-Dancer,
Darondo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Todd Rundgren,
Surgeon,
Davy DMX,
the Normal,
Gerry Rafferty,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lee Hazlewood,
Camberwell Now,
Theoretical Girls,
Alice Coltrane,
Livin' Joy,
The Mummies,
Scientists,
Youth Brigade,
The Young Rascals,
The Raincoats,
Lebanon Hanover,
Masters at Work,
Donny Hathaway,
Gastr Del Sol,
Moebius,
Quantec,
The Five Americans,
John Coltrane,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Khruangbin,
Gang of Four,
ABBA,
Graham Central Station,
Steve Hackett,
Jacob Miller,
Eric Copeland,
Yellowson,
Crooked Eye,
B.T. Express,
the Germs,
Warsaw,
The Trojans,
Rotary Connection,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kerri Chandler,
Flipper,
EPMD,
The Star Department,
Groovy Waters,
Gang Gang Dance,
Alton Ellis,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.