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 Liberia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe 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 Gil Scott Heron to the crunk 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
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,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
David Bowie,
Sun City Girls,
Public Enemy,
Soul II Soul,
Swell Maps,
Television,
Khruangbin,
Pantaleimon,
The Gories,
The Toasters,
Duran Duran,
The Martian,
The Kinks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cal Tjader,
Tomorrow,
The Wake,
Fat Boys,
Sixth Finger,
Black Flag,
DJ Style,
Rotary Connection,
Crooked Eye,
Desert Stars,
The Dead C,
Pagans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Yusef Lateef,
Sight & Sound,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
DJ Sneak,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Blossom Toes,
Bobby Byrd,
The Slits,
The Moleskins,
DNA,
Pharoah Sanders,
Unwound,
Peter & Gordon,
The Barracudas,
Glenn Branca,
ABBA,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Index,
Gregory Isaacs,
OOIOO,
Warsaw,
Wings,
Todd Terry,
Kas Product,
Alison Limerick,
Underground Resistance,
This Heat,
Albert Ayler,
Minnie Riperton,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.