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 Romania and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe 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 Scientists to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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,
Funkadelic,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Toni Rubio,
Ronan,
Roxy Music,
Ice-T,
Todd Terry,
The Techniques,
The Invisible,
Scientists,
Moss Icon,
Donald Byrd,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cameo,
Johnny Clarke,
Johnny Osbourne,
Hashim,
Eurythmics,
Jeff Lynne,
Angry Samoans,
Wally Richardson,
EPMD,
Dawn Penn,
the Slits,
H. Thieme,
Hot Snakes,
The United States of America,
Bootsy Collins,
Rapeman,
Susan Cadogan,
Duran Duran,
MDC,
Electric Prunes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Vogues,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Man Parrish,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Heaven 17,
Stereo Dub,
James White and The Blacks,
Organ,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Beau Brummels,
Infiniti,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jimmy McGriff,
Henry Cow,
Mr. Review,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Qualms,
The Human League,
Cheater Slicks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.