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 Brazil and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Boogie Down Productions to the grime 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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
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,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ohio Players,
Aloha Tigers,
The Stooges,
The Happenings,
Sister Nancy,
D'Angelo,
Ken Boothe,
Jeff Lynne,
Ralphi Rosario,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Oblivians,
Faraquet,
48th St. Collective,
Bobby Byrd,
Los Fastidios,
Suicide,
Archie Shepp,
Crime,
Yazoo,
Alton Ellis,
The Fugs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Liliput,
Fear,
Supertramp,
Mission of Burma,
Carl Craig,
Kaleidoscope,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Severed Heads,
Groovy Waters,
The Young Rascals,
Nirvana,
Organ,
Don Cherry,
a-ha,
K-Klass,
Deadbeat,
Barclay James Harvest,
Harpers Bizarre,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Whodini,
Soft Machine,
The Buckinghams,
Judy Mowatt,
LL Cool J,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mark Hollis,
Japan,
Mary Jane Girls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sight & Sound,
Lalann,
Tim Buckley,
Radio Birdman,
Godley & Creme,
Wolf Eyes,
Bill Wells,
Alice Coltrane,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.