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 Turkey and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Nas to the electroclash 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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Motorama,
Johnny Clarke,
Y Pants,
Black Pus,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joy Division,
The Wake,
Eric Dolphy,
The Black Dice,
Carl Craig,
Agitation Free,
Pylon,
The Divine Comedy,
Mars,
Jeru the Damaja,
Vainqueur,
John Coltrane,
The Dirtbombs,
The Cowsills,
The New Christs,
Model 500,
Shuggie Otis,
The Moody Blues,
Trumans Water,
Fugazi,
Quadrant,
Procol Harum,
Nas,
Eurythmics,
The Grass Roots,
China Crisis,
Connie Case,
Deakin,
Iggy Pop,
Lyres,
Flash Fearless,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Alphaville,
Lou Christie,
Crash Course in Science,
the Swans,
Gang Starr,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
X-102,
Heaven 17,
Rod Modell,
The Fire Engines,
Dawn Penn,
Inner City,
Fluxion,
Kayak,
Lower 48,
Soulsonic Force,
Little Man,
Swell Maps,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Harpers Bizarre,
Brothers Johnson,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.