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 Mongolia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Eve St. Jones to the grunge 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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
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,
Monolake,
Jawbox,
Letta Mbulu,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mo-Dettes,
The Gladiators,
The Modern Lovers,
Buzzcocks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Susan Cadogan,
Thompson Twins,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rapeman,
Tommy Roe,
The Five Americans,
Tom Boy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Matthew Halsall,
The Leaves,
The Monks,
The Tremeloes,
Erasure,
Reagan Youth,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Gories,
Niagra,
Hasil Adkins,
The Fire Engines,
Stiv Bators,
The Standells,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Guru Guru,
Popol Vuh,
Spandau Ballet,
JFA,
Barry Ungar,
The Misunderstood,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Stooges,
Glambeats Corp.,
Arthur Verocai,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Motions,
ABBA,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pulsallama,
Goldenarms,
John Holt,
Alison Limerick,
Loose Ends,
Minor Threat,
Danielle Patucci,
Pole,
Nils Olav,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Procol Harum,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.