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 Laos and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ 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 Man Parrish to the rock 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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
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,
Suburban Knight,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Roxette,
The American Breed,
Tom Boy,
Black Flag,
Soft Cell,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Tremeloes,
Amon Düül II,
Nils Olav,
The Real Kids,
the Soft Cell,
48th St. Collective,
Hashim,
Procol Harum,
Sister Nancy,
Steve Hackett,
The Toasters,
Tommy Roe,
Malaria!,
Silicon Teens,
Scientists,
The Zeros,
Can,
The Black Dice,
The Slits,
Piero Umiliani,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fat Boys,
Supertramp,
Derrick May,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Radio Birdman,
La Düsseldorf,
Michelle Simonal,
Robert Görl,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lalann,
Erykah Badu,
Ronnie Foster,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Kinks,
Joe Finger,
K-Klass,
KRS-One,
DJ Sneak,
The Sound,
X-Ray Spex,
John Cale,
Amon Düül,
Funky Four + One,
Jandek,
Talk Talk,
Wasted Youth,
Kaleidoscope,
MC5,
The Shadows of Knight,
Yusef Lateef,
The Move,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.