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 Thailand and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Wings to the funk 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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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,
Clear Light,
Swans,
Joyce Sims,
Jeff Lynne,
Toni Rubio,
Spandau Ballet,
The Sonics,
New York Dolls,
The Evens,
The Alarm Clocks,
Funkadelic,
The Victims,
John Cale,
K-Klass,
Oneida,
Fluxion,
Gang of Four,
Matthew Bourne,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ituana,
Khruangbin,
Camberwell Now,
Easy Going,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kayak,
The Move,
Eli Mardock,
Howard Jones,
The Misunderstood,
Supertramp,
Gang Starr,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Accadde A,
Ronnie Foster,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Yusef Lateef,
New Age Steppers,
Sight & Sound,
Porter Ricks,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Leaves,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Absolute Body Control,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Brick,
Bobby Sherman,
Anakelly,
The Modern Lovers,
The Standells,
Y Pants,
Sandy B,
Dorothy Ashby,
Masters at Work,
Little Man,
Section 25,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ohio Players,
Public Enemy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pantytec,
Quadrant,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.