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 India and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 the Swans to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
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,
Bootsy Collins,
Radiohead,
Thee Headcoats,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Suicide,
The Doors,
The Electric Prunes,
Dennis Brown,
The Misunderstood,
Swans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Neil Young,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mandrill,
Babytalk,
Brand Nubian,
Jandek,
Hashim,
Stockholm Monsters,
Parry Music,
Deakin,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Toasters,
Deadbeat,
Johnny Osbourne,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Grass Roots,
Vladislav Delay,
Kool Moe Dee,
Blossom Toes,
Derrick Morgan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The United States of America,
Gil Scott Heron,
Echospace,
Todd Terry,
Pantytec,
Terrestrial Tones,
Yaz,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Velvet Underground,
Sixth Finger,
Fugazi,
Pierre Henry,
Kerri Chandler,
DNA,
Chris Corsano,
New Order,
Zapp,
Rites of Spring,
Davy DMX,
the Germs,
Wasted Youth,
Tomorrow,
Rufus Thomas,
Saccharine Trust,
Barbara Tucker,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Oneida,
Simply Red,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
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You don't know what you really want.
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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.