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 Mauritius and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 rhodes 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
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,
Banda Bassotti,
Ituana,
L. Decosne,
Scientists,
Minutemen,
Bootsy Collins,
The Raincoats,
Essential Logic,
Chris & Cosey,
Scott Walker,
Crime,
Electric Light Orchestra,
DNA,
Alice Coltrane,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mars,
UT,
John Holt,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eric Dolphy,
the Soft Cell,
The Sound,
Spoonie Gee,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sun City Girls,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Associates,
X-Ray Spex,
The Doors,
Lalann,
Bill Near,
Minnie Riperton,
10cc,
The Martian,
Camberwell Now,
Patti Smith,
Stereo Dub,
Mo-Dettes,
The Count Five,
Neil Young,
Boredoms,
Danielle Patucci,
Y Pants,
Mark Hollis,
The Techniques,
Moss Icon,
Susan Cadogan,
Roxy Music,
Easy Going,
Pylon,
Babytalk,
Flash Fearless,
B.T. Express,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Main Source,
The Residents,
H. Thieme,
Boz Scaggs,
AZ,
Joey Negro,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.