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 Benin and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Fear 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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
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,
Interpol,
Rapeman,
Quantec,
Brothers Johnson,
Archie Shepp,
Isaac Hayes,
LL Cool J,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Hoover,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ornette Coleman,
Tommy Roe,
Dennis Brown,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Half Japanese,
Don Cherry,
Blake Baxter,
Gong,
Babytalk,
Lightning Bolt,
Eric B and Rakim,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Schoolly D,
Slave,
Eve St. Jones,
Bill Wells,
Steve Hackett,
Black Flag,
Sugar Minott,
Groovy Waters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Cowsills,
Laurel Aitken,
Arthur Verocai,
Camberwell Now,
Scion,
Alice Coltrane,
Matthew Halsall,
AZ,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Drexciya,
Sandy B,
Chris & Cosey,
The J.B.'s,
Monolake,
Gang Starr,
Main Source,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Shadows of Knight,
Infiniti,
Todd Terry,
The Smoke,
Radiopuhelimet,
Soft Machine,
The Slits,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Aural Exciters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.