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 Afghanistan and from Edmonton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 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 Brick to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
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,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Zeros,
a-ha,
Jacques Brel,
Sandy B,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Derrick May,
Adolescents,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nico,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The New Christs,
Lebanon Hanover,
48th St. Collective,
Kas Product,
The Barracudas,
the Fania All-Stars,
Robert Wyatt,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ice-T,
Chris Corsano,
Simply Red,
Cheater Slicks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ultravox,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Misunderstood,
Joe Smooth,
Smog,
The Slits,
Mandrill,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Brass Construction,
KRS-One,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Absolute Body Control,
The Pop Group,
Toni Rubio,
Dawn Penn,
Traffic Nightmare,
Blancmange,
Wolf Eyes,
Johnny Clarke,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Masters at Work,
Barbara Tucker,
June Days,
Eddi Front,
Darondo,
Technova,
Q and Not U,
Judy Mowatt,
Bang On A Can,
Subhumans,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.