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 Lithuania and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Gil Scott Heron to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
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,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wasted Youth,
The Skatalites,
K-Klass,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joy Division,
Mars,
Gil Scott Heron,
Brothers Johnson,
Country Teasers,
Yaz,
Magazine,
Robert Görl,
T. Rex,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Inner City,
The Litter,
Patti Smith,
John Holt,
Bill Wells,
Glenn Branca,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
DNA,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Danielle Patucci,
Mission of Burma,
Carl Craig,
Jeff Lynne,
Jawbox,
The Real Kids,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fat Boys,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marc Almond,
Mantronix,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Funkadelic,
The Cowsills,
Janne Schatter,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Piero Umiliani,
The Tremeloes,
Barry Ungar,
Interpol,
The Human League,
Ken Boothe,
Donny Hathaway,
Spandau Ballet,
Eli Mardock,
Sixth Finger,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Black Flag,
OOIOO,
Y Pants,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.