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 Niger and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Frankie Knuckles to the disco 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
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,
Electric Prunes,
Bang On A Can,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Juan Atkins,
Shoche,
Sight & Sound,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
John Foxx,
Swell Maps,
Bobby Sherman,
These Immortal Souls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Black Flag,
Harpers Bizarre,
Delta 5,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lower 48,
Jacques Brel,
Ituana,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wings,
Letta Mbulu,
Sixth Finger,
Unrelated Segments,
The Fortunes,
The Skatalites,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Davy DMX,
The Blues Magoos,
Funky Four + One,
The Slackers,
Bush Tetras,
David Axelrod,
Organ,
The Cure,
KRS-One,
The Star Department,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Parry Music,
Jacob Miller,
Rekid,
Visage,
Average White Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scrapy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fela Kuti,
The Sonics,
H. Thieme,
Ultravox,
Byron Stingily,
Warsaw,
Barbara Tucker,
Colin Newman,
Spoonie Gee,
Fat Boys,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mandrill,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cybotron,
The Selecter,
Niagra,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.