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 Nauru and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lyres to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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,
The Smiths,
Ten City,
Chrome,
Magazine,
Organ,
Guru Guru,
Scion,
Mantronix,
Joensuu 1685,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Residents,
Neil Young,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Boz Scaggs,
Radiopuhelimet,
X-101,
Ituana,
Harpers Bizarre,
Funkadelic,
Man Parrish,
Radio Birdman,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Massinfluence,
Anthony Braxton,
Little Man,
Nico,
The Kinks,
Electric Prunes,
China Crisis,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gang Green,
Half Japanese,
The Red Krayola,
The Detroit Cobras,
Moebius,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ice-T,
Kerrie Biddell,
Television,
cv313,
La Düsseldorf,
Robert Görl,
The Beau Brummels,
Underground Resistance,
Stiv Bators,
Ohio Players,
David McCallum,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Glambeats Corp.,
Erykah Badu,
Hoover,
The Gories,
Bill Wells,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Parry Music,
New Order,
Mars,
Silicon Teens,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Cure,
The Victims,
Supertramp,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.