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 Lesotho and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Nick Fraelich to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
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,
Sixth Finger,
Tubeway Army,
Hasil Adkins,
The Gladiators,
A Certain Ratio,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Motions,
The Durutti Column,
Todd Terry,
Peter & Gordon,
Whodini,
Heaven 17,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fluxion,
New Order,
Eric Dolphy,
Avey Tare,
Patti Smith,
Moebius,
The Last Poets,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
David McCallum,
The Smiths,
Amazonics,
Harmonia,
Pharoah Sanders,
cv313,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cybotron,
The Black Dice,
Metal Thangz,
Electric Prunes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Slave,
Symarip,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Davy DMX,
The Mojo Men,
Altered Images,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bronski Beat,
Rites of Spring,
Cecil Taylor,
The Evens,
Althea and Donna,
The Pop Group,
Bobby Byrd,
John Holt,
Aloha Tigers,
Reagan Youth,
The Walker Brothers,
Sound Behaviour,
Sarah Menescal,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ice-T,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Names,
Lower 48,
Simply Red,
Oneida,
Sister Nancy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.