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 Laos and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sun Ra to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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,
Chris Corsano,
KRS-One,
Yaz,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bush Tetras,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Gladiators,
Eden Ahbez,
Gang Gang Dance,
Arthur Verocai,
The Tremeloes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Qualms,
Moss Icon,
Pole,
Roxette,
Ice-T,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lyres,
Television Personalities,
John Lydon,
Derrick Morgan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Anakelly,
The Zeros,
Fad Gadget,
Joe Finger,
Jimmy McGriff,
Audionom,
F. McDonald,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The American Breed,
Radiohead,
Dave Gahan,
Mr. Review,
Reuben Wilson,
These Immortal Souls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Erasure,
Index,
Spandau Ballet,
The Count Five,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Easy Going,
Make Up,
DNA,
Crooked Eye,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Flash Fearless,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lightning Bolt,
Crash Course in Science,
Marmalade,
CMW,
Gang Green,
Jeff Mills,
Harry Pussy,
Wolf Eyes,
Joey Negro,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Popol Vuh,
Television,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.