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 Cape Verde and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Crash Course in Science to the punk 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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
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,
Byron Stingily,
Erykah Badu,
Archie Shepp,
Bad Manners,
Amazonics,
Con Funk Shun,
F. McDonald,
KRS-One,
Lee Hazlewood,
Intrusion,
The Sound,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Prince Buster,
The Pretty Things,
John Lydon,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Doors,
Royal Trux,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Flipper,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jacques Brel,
Davy DMX,
Pulsallama,
Rosa Yemen,
Smog,
Lungfish,
The Residents,
Black Flag,
Jawbox,
Amon Düül II,
Jerry's Kids,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mantronix,
The Standells,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Circle Jerks,
Yellowson,
Groovy Waters,
Wire,
Make Up,
Skarface,
Godley & Creme,
The Smoke,
Rakim,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Au Pairs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kerri Chandler,
Ludus,
Soul II Soul,
Wolf Eyes,
Lyres,
Urselle,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.