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 the UAE and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Essential Logic 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
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,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sixth Finger,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kurtis Blow,
CMW,
Angry Samoans,
Deakin,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kas Product,
Fugazi,
John Cale,
Davy DMX,
Black Pus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mandrill,
Pet Shop Boys,
Hasil Adkins,
Maleditus Sound,
Pantaleimon,
The Offenders,
Godley & Creme,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Fall,
Schoolly D,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
AZ,
Man Parrish,
Subhumans,
48th St. Collective,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Invisible,
The Techniques,
Audionom,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cal Tjader,
Gang Starr,
Sam Rivers,
Gang of Four,
Banda Bassotti,
Stockholm Monsters,
Chris Corsano,
In Retrospect,
Bronski Beat,
Loose Ends,
Idris Muhammad,
Barbara Tucker,
Wings,
Jandek,
Mark Hollis,
The Raincoats,
Aloha Tigers,
Bill Wells,
La Düsseldorf,
Scrapy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.