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 Ivory Coast and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the sitar 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 8 Eyed Spy to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
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,
Bill Wells,
Thee Headcoats,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Amon Düül,
The Selecter,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Godley & Creme,
The Zeros,
Hashim,
Au Pairs,
Easy Going,
Qualms,
Sixth Finger,
Flash Fearless,
Supertramp,
Kaleidoscope,
Blossom Toes,
Jerry's Kids,
Darondo,
The Gladiators,
Marc Almond,
La Düsseldorf,
Funkadelic,
Alice Coltrane,
Boz Scaggs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Cowsills,
Bronski Beat,
Lyres,
This Heat,
The Birthday Party,
Popol Vuh,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sam Rivers,
Robert Görl,
the Soft Cell,
The Trojans,
Dennis Brown,
Idris Muhammad,
Public Enemy,
The Monochrome Set,
Quantec,
X-Ray Spex,
Barry Ungar,
Liliput,
Altered Images,
Patti Smith,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Todd Terry,
Can,
Roxette,
Hardrive,
the Slits,
Letta Mbulu,
Pantytec,
Gregory Isaacs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Maleditus Sound,
Aural Exciters,
David Axelrod,
Piero Umiliani,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.