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 Colombia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Thee Headcoats to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
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,
David McCallum,
Blossom Toes,
The Evens,
Pylon,
Max Romeo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Interpol,
Bauhaus,
Procol Harum,
Television Personalities,
Urselle,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Invisible,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Toasters,
Scan 7,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ossler,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sex Pistols,
Sight & Sound,
Dead Boys,
Roy Ayers,
Erasure,
Desert Stars,
Cybotron,
Moss Icon,
Bill Wells,
The New Christs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Newcleus,
Mark Hollis,
48th St. Collective,
The Saints,
Erykah Badu,
Gregory Isaacs,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Searchers,
Skaos,
Suicide,
the Slits,
DJ Sneak,
The Mighty Diamonds,
R.M.O.,
K-Klass,
Tears for Fears,
Unwound,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Qualms,
Yusef Lateef,
Patti Smith,
Sister Nancy,
Lyres,
Lou Reed,
CMW,
The Fortunes,
The Modern Lovers,
Alice Coltrane,
Clear Light,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.