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 Dominican Republic and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Toronto.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the snare 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 Roxette to the rap 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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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,
Public Enemy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Supertramp,
Minutemen,
Boogie Down Productions,
Youth Brigade,
Outsiders,
The Star Department,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tropical Tobacco,
Johnny Clarke,
The Golliwogs,
The Cure,
Unwound,
Oneida,
Harry Pussy,
Bobby Womack,
Grauzone,
Quadrant,
Niagra,
Roger Hodgson,
Amazonics,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Simply Red,
Robert Hood,
The Blues Magoos,
The United States of America,
Patti Smith,
UT,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jeff Lynne,
Stockholm Monsters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dead Boys,
Tomorrow,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fat Boys,
Shoche,
Chris Corsano,
The Moody Blues,
X-102,
a-ha,
Barry Ungar,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lightning Bolt,
Big Daddy Kane,
Neil Young,
Flash Fearless,
The Neon Judgement,
Lou Christie,
DJ Sneak,
Accadde A,
The Litter,
The Fuzztones,
Ralphi Rosario,
FM Einheit,
the Swans,
Au Pairs,
Wasted Youth,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.