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 Congo and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Von Mondo to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
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,
Derrick May,
James White and The Blacks,
Japan,
Panda Bear,
Zero Boys,
Gang Gang Dance,
Alice Coltrane,
the Bar-Kays,
Tres Demented,
A Certain Ratio,
Sexual Harrassment,
Moss Icon,
Index,
The Monochrome Set,
Unrelated Segments,
Arcadia,
Nick Fraelich,
Mandrill,
Nirvana,
Byron Stingily,
Underground Resistance,
Crime,
Harpers Bizarre,
Prince Buster,
Tears for Fears,
Pantaleimon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Basic Channel,
Idris Muhammad,
Tim Buckley,
Soft Machine,
The Modern Lovers,
Reagan Youth,
Eric Dolphy,
Newcleus,
Sun Ra,
The Velvet Underground,
Wings,
The Names,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Johnny Osbourne,
EPMD,
Max Romeo,
Suicide,
The Pop Group,
The Young Rascals,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jesper Dahlback,
Inner City,
Sixth Finger,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Blackbyrds,
Althea and Donna,
The Residents,
The Skatalites,
The Raincoats,
The Birthday Party,
Jacques Brel,
The Motions,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.