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 Oman and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Ornette Coleman to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb 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,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Moody Blues,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Outsiders,
Young Marble Giants,
Wire,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bluetip,
John Holt,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Reagan Youth,
kango's stein massive,
Ken Boothe,
Neil Young,
The J.B.'s,
the Bar-Kays,
Archie Shepp,
JFA,
The Five Americans,
Mandrill,
Wolf Eyes,
X-101,
Dennis Brown,
Scott Walker,
Minnie Riperton,
Black Pus,
Idris Muhammad,
Minny Pops,
Supertramp,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Saccharine Trust,
Duran Duran,
Ralphi Rosario,
Brick,
Terrestrial Tones,
Underground Resistance,
Michelle Simonal,
Ronan,
The Move,
Dave Gahan,
Josef K,
Lindisfarne,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
a-ha,
Rhythm & Sound,
Brass Construction,
Ohio Players,
Marshall Jefferson,
La Düsseldorf,
The Dead C,
David McCallum,
T. Rex,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bob Dylan,
The Star Department,
Prince Buster,
Q65,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.