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 Suriname and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Woodstock.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Spandau Ballet to the dance 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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
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,
Organ,
Johnny Clarke,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sällskapet,
Sister Nancy,
The Fugs,
The Saints,
Dawn Penn,
Sixth Finger,
DJ Sneak,
Popol Vuh,
Mars,
Magma,
Nick Fraelich,
Robert Görl,
X-Ray Spex,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lower 48,
Skaos,
The Offenders,
The Cure,
Big Daddy Kane,
David Axelrod,
Mantronix,
Junior Murvin,
Reagan Youth,
Kurtis Blow,
Delta 5,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Amon Düül II,
the Normal,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Altered Images,
Gregory Isaacs,
Roy Ayers,
Blossom Toes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Red Krayola,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mandrill,
Joey Negro,
Sam Rivers,
Angry Samoans,
The Neon Judgement,
China Crisis,
Panda Bear,
Donny Hathaway,
Moebius,
The Mummies,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Johnny Osbourne,
Moby Grape,
Soul Sonic Force,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Matthew Halsall,
Tom Boy,
Joy Division,
H. Thieme,
John Coltrane,
The Slits,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.