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 Vietnam and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Don Cherry to the dance 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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
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,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Danielle Patucci,
Ten City,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Massinfluence,
Patti Smith,
Shuggie Otis,
Mars,
Ituana,
Kurtis Blow,
Wally Richardson,
Eve St. Jones,
Country Teasers,
Shoche,
Wire,
Gichy Dan,
48th St. Collective,
Au Pairs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Brick,
The Fortunes,
Livin' Joy,
Jandek,
The Evens,
The Saints,
Leonard Cohen,
Schoolly D,
Max Romeo,
Roger Hodgson,
Gabor Szabo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Anakelly,
Underground Resistance,
Tres Demented,
Marc Almond,
The Martian,
Bobby Sherman,
Kevin Saunderson,
Magma,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Stooges,
Porter Ricks,
Byron Stingily,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fatback Band,
DJ Style,
June Days,
Man Parrish,
The Buckinghams,
Khruangbin,
Ohio Players,
Roxy Music,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Human League,
Procol Harum,
Warsaw,
Archie Shepp,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.