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 Japan and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Derrick Morgan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken 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,
Wasted Youth,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Pere Ubu,
Bang On A Can,
Rufus Thomas,
Warsaw,
Susan Cadogan,
Ludus,
The Velvet Underground,
Pet Shop Boys,
Flipper,
Cluster,
James White and The Blacks,
Supertramp,
Jawbox,
The Mummies,
Model 500,
Delta 5,
John Cale,
The Leaves,
Jeff Lynne,
Gabor Szabo,
Sam Rivers,
Technova,
The Modern Lovers,
Lyres,
Sandy B,
Circle Jerks,
Erasure,
Carl Craig,
The Five Americans,
Stereo Dub,
The Golliwogs,
Fat Boys,
Fugazi,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Yusef Lateef,
Johnny Clarke,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Anthony Braxton,
Delon & Dalcan,
This Heat,
Bush Tetras,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dual Sessions,
Brass Construction,
The Knickerbockers,
Country Teasers,
Crash Course in Science,
Cal Tjader,
Bill Near,
Ohio Players,
Qualms,
Echospace,
World's Most,
OOIOO,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Deakin,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marine Girls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.