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 Bulgaria and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sixth Finger to the grime 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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
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,
The Standells,
Crispian St. Peters,
Black Bananas,
MC5,
Japan,
Parry Music,
Bush Tetras,
Howard Jones,
the Association,
The Buckinghams,
DNA,
Barrington Levy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Simply Red,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cybotron,
Sparks,
Jerry's Kids,
The Young Rascals,
Dawn Penn,
The Gories,
Dual Sessions,
The Zeros,
World's Most,
Freddie Wadling,
Barbara Tucker,
Wolf Eyes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Hashim,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Alison Limerick,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Litter,
Anakelly,
The Slits,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sexual Harrassment,
Roger Hodgson,
Masters at Work,
Pole,
London Community Gospel Choir,
KRS-One,
X-Ray Spex,
The Index,
Sex Pistols,
the Normal,
Laurel Aitken,
Drive Like Jehu,
Metal Thangz,
The Misunderstood,
a-ha,
The Doors,
Throbbing Gristle,
Minor Threat,
Nick Fraelich,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Arthur Verocai,
Joey Negro,
The Monks,
Severed Heads,
Lyres,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.