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 Egypt and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Big Daddy Kane to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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,
E-Dancer,
Amon Düül,
Joyce Sims,
Panda Bear,
Public Enemy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Max Romeo,
Deepchord,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rufus Thomas,
Albert Ayler,
Ludus,
Angry Samoans,
Avey Tare,
Country Teasers,
Neu!,
The Seeds,
David McCallum,
The Vogues,
Carl Craig,
Loose Ends,
Hot Snakes,
The Flesh Eaters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Michelle Simonal,
Glenn Branca,
Symarip,
The Cowsills,
The Fall,
The Sound,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Vladislav Delay,
T.S.O.L.,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ice-T,
Mars,
Fatback Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Cheater Slicks,
Minnie Riperton,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Leaves,
Deakin,
Black Bananas,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Visage,
Minny Pops,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nirvana,
James White and The Blacks,
Slick Rick,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lower 48,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Stooges,
Massinfluence,
The Star Department,
Andrew Hill,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.