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 Ecuador and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Bobby Womack to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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,
Soft Machine,
Khruangbin,
Black Bananas,
The Gladiators,
Mr. Review,
Frankie Knuckles,
Judy Mowatt,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rufus Thomas,
Silicon Teens,
Das Ding,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Electric Prunes,
The Pretty Things,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Fall,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Carl Craig,
The Sonics,
Talk Talk,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Skatalites,
KRS-One,
Black Flag,
UT,
AZ,
The Motions,
Tim Buckley,
Sixth Finger,
E-Dancer,
Gong,
Lightning Bolt,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Spoonie Gee,
Ken Boothe,
Pulsallama,
Negative Approach,
Idris Muhammad,
Desert Stars,
Stetsasonic,
Symarip,
10cc,
Danielle Patucci,
Chris & Cosey,
Rotary Connection,
The Sound,
Crispian St. Peters,
David Axelrod,
Magazine,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bill Wells,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Slackers,
Lungfish,
Lyres,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ossler,
Eden Ahbez,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.