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 Ecuador and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Zapp to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
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,
Yusef Lateef,
Laurel Aitken,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Skatalites,
Scion,
The Smoke,
Matthew Bourne,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
David Axelrod,
Absolute Body Control,
Glenn Branca,
T. Rex,
Dennis Brown,
Massinfluence,
The Motions,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Yellowson,
Todd Terry,
The Music Machine,
B.T. Express,
Camouflage,
Angry Samoans,
Y Pants,
Mantronix,
Leonard Cohen,
Black Moon,
Cheater Slicks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bill Near,
Eli Mardock,
Erasure,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Barrington Levy,
Model 500,
Grauzone,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Toasters,
Andrew Hill,
Don Cherry,
Sex Pistols,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Duran Duran,
The Buckinghams,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Visage,
Reuben Wilson,
Trumans Water,
Delta 5,
Marvin Gaye,
Iggy Pop,
Sonic Youth,
X-101,
The Real Kids,
Rekid,
48th St. Collective,
The Standells,
Siglo XX,
The American Breed,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.