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 Namibia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Dorothy Ashby to the jazz 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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
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 Fire Engines,
The Dirtbombs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Golliwogs,
The Walker Brothers,
Vainqueur,
The Trojans,
Robert Görl,
Crash Course in Science,
Todd Terry,
Erykah Badu,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Yusef Lateef,
Monks,
Cameo,
Scratch Acid,
Nick Fraelich,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Interpol,
The Evens,
Harmonia,
Rotary Connection,
Pulsallama,
Prince Buster,
Flipper,
Dead Boys,
Bad Manners,
The Remains,
Theoretical Girls,
Faraquet,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Raincoats,
Cluster,
Hardrive,
Bronski Beat,
Absolute Body Control,
Leonard Cohen,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Toasters,
Jerry's Kids,
June Days,
This Heat,
Duran Duran,
Bush Tetras,
Donny Hathaway,
Joe Finger,
Flash Fearless,
Zapp,
Traffic Nightmare,
Adolescents,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marshall Jefferson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Depeche Mode,
Minny Pops,
Gregory Isaacs,
Roxette,
Fugazi,
Franke,
Unwound,
Terrestrial Tones,
Inner City,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.