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 Malawi and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator 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 Joy Division to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
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,
Fela Kuti,
Little Man,
Basic Channel,
Johnny Osbourne,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
JFA,
Grey Daturas,
Alice Coltrane,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kaleidoscope,
Warren Ellis,
Swell Maps,
Nick Fraelich,
Faraquet,
the Sonics,
Soft Cell,
New Age Steppers,
The Monks,
Crooked Eye,
the Slits,
Graham Central Station,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scan 7,
Technova,
China Crisis,
Monolake,
Morten Harket,
Derrick May,
Yaz,
Anakelly,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ronnie Foster,
Monks,
Minor Threat,
Ultra Naté,
The Golliwogs,
Colin Newman,
Lou Reed,
David Bowie,
Buzzcocks,
Jeff Mills,
The Slits,
Stetsasonic,
Arthur Verocai,
The Doobie Brothers,
Soul II Soul,
Interpol,
Sam Rivers,
H. Thieme,
LL Cool J,
Lower 48,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sugar Minott,
Aaron Thompson,
T.S.O.L.,
The Leaves,
The Walker Brothers,
Scott Walker,
Ohio Players,
Sound Behaviour,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.