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 Turkey and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 snare 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 Kaleidoscope to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
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,
LL Cool J,
Camouflage,
Glenn Branca,
Lightning Bolt,
Rosa Yemen,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gong,
Can,
Mad Mike,
X-102,
Essential Logic,
Black Moon,
Eddi Front,
Cluster,
James Chance & The Contortions,
John Cale,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Divine Comedy,
Faraquet,
Basic Channel,
Barrington Levy,
The Leaves,
The Red Krayola,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dead Boys,
Rites of Spring,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Minutemen,
Symarip,
Television,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Magazine,
Aural Exciters,
Unwound,
Anakelly,
Japan,
PIL,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Warren Ellis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gang Starr,
The Fall,
The Move,
Dennis Brown,
ABC,
The Gun Club,
Scott Walker,
Harpers Bizarre,
Brand Nubian,
Smog,
The Black Dice,
The Invisible,
Arab on Radar,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Carl Craig,
Maurizio,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.