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 Madagascar and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bremen.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Mr. Review to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
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,
Avey Tare,
Rosa Yemen,
Bauhaus,
Funkadelic,
8 Eyed Spy,
One Last Wish,
Technova,
Peter & Gordon,
Outsiders,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sugar Minott,
Ossler,
Tommy Roe,
Television Personalities,
the Human League,
Marcia Griffiths,
Niagra,
Minor Threat,
JFA,
Oneida,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Chrome,
Charles Mingus,
Bob Dylan,
Robert Hood,
Pole,
Q and Not U,
Sound Behaviour,
Bill Near,
Minny Pops,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Severed Heads,
Babytalk,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cheater Slicks,
X-102,
Black Pus,
Sister Nancy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Smoke,
Bluetip,
Terry Callier,
Boz Scaggs,
The Gories,
Bobby Sherman,
Crooked Eye,
Nico,
Porter Ricks,
Lightning Bolt,
John Holt,
Pere Ubu,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Barrington Levy,
Camberwell Now,
Erasure,
Mantronix,
Slick Rick,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
David Bowie,
R.M.O.,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.