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 Korea North and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 DNA to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
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,
Reuben Wilson,
Juan Atkins,
JFA,
Thee Headcoats,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sun Ra,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Buzzcocks,
Letta Mbulu,
Avey Tare,
Terry Callier,
Underground Resistance,
FM Einheit,
Laurel Aitken,
Echospace,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dennis Brown,
Wings,
Country Teasers,
Piero Umiliani,
Crooked Eye,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eric Dolphy,
Agent Orange,
Black Bananas,
Ronan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Qualms,
Arcadia,
The Tremeloes,
Black Flag,
Tropical Tobacco,
Masters at Work,
Mad Mike,
These Immortal Souls,
The Divine Comedy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nick Fraelich,
Don Cherry,
The Residents,
World's Most,
Essential Logic,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Godley & Creme,
Boredoms,
Half Japanese,
Adolescents,
The Smiths,
Pulsallama,
Swell Maps,
Mandrill,
A Certain Ratio,
Kurtis Blow,
Fluxion,
Aural Exciters,
Todd Terry,
Sex Pistols,
The Human League,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.