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 Guatemala and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Rakim to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
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,
Donny Hathaway,
John Lydon,
Popol Vuh,
the Human League,
Matthew Halsall,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jimmy McGriff,
Stetsasonic,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Roxette,
Roxy Music,
Liliput,
Johnny Clarke,
Wolf Eyes,
Newcleus,
Excepter,
Robert Wyatt,
Eric Dolphy,
The Young Rascals,
Hasil Adkins,
Hardrive,
John Holt,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sound Behaviour,
Scientists,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Patti Smith,
X-101,
Harry Pussy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Half Japanese,
The Grass Roots,
Gang Gang Dance,
Radiopuhelimet,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Khruangbin,
Brothers Johnson,
Tim Buckley,
Das Ding,
Joe Smooth,
Mission of Burma,
Smog,
Gichy Dan,
Zero Boys,
Barrington Levy,
Ossler,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Alice Coltrane,
Pole,
Monolake,
Judy Mowatt,
The Standells,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Erasure,
Camouflage,
DJ Style,
Neu!,
Bang On A Can,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Sound,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.