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 Mongolia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe 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 Clear Light 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
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,
Chrome,
Leonard Cohen,
Procol Harum,
Neu!,
The Slackers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Cramps,
ABC,
Quadrant,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Soft Cell,
New York Dolls,
Funky Four + One,
Pierre Henry,
Black Sheep,
cv313,
Monolake,
Soft Machine,
Marvin Gaye,
Cal Tjader,
Sun City Girls,
The Vogues,
The Golliwogs,
Eric Dolphy,
the Normal,
The Gories,
Blossom Toes,
Laurel Aitken,
David McCallum,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bill Near,
Rekid,
Quantec,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sister Nancy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Hoover,
Bad Manners,
Livin' Joy,
Roy Ayers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Q and Not U,
Man Eating Sloth,
Model 500,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bronski Beat,
Idris Muhammad,
Ituana,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Flamin' Groovies,
L. Decosne,
The United States of America,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.