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 Kiribati and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Donny Hathaway to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Zeros record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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,
Curtis Mayfield,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Swans,
Con Funk Shun,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Monks,
a-ha,
Roger Hodgson,
Oblivians,
The Beau Brummels,
Lower 48,
Eric B and Rakim,
Prince Buster,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Motions,
Derrick Morgan,
Max Romeo,
Todd Rundgren,
The Shadows of Knight,
Franke,
Eric Dolphy,
The Seeds,
Soul Sonic Force,
Yusef Lateef,
Donny Hathaway,
ABC,
Kas Product,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mr. Review,
Livin' Joy,
Pulsallama,
The Standells,
Donald Byrd,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Desert Stars,
Mo-Dettes,
The Wake,
B.T. Express,
Jacob Miller,
Clear Light,
Cal Tjader,
Circle Jerks,
Liliput,
Q65,
U.S. Maple,
Joe Smooth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Roy Ayers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Peter & Gordon,
Heaven 17,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.