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 India and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Piero Umiliani to the punk 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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
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,
The Cowsills,
the Human League,
The Angels of Light,
Blossom Toes,
Moss Icon,
Mantronix,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gil Scott Heron,
Freddie Wadling,
Black Bananas,
Rufus Thomas,
Scrapy,
Zero Boys,
Schoolly D,
The Associates,
The Monks,
Minutemen,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pantaleimon,
Flash Fearless,
The Knickerbockers,
Iggy Pop,
MDC,
Outsiders,
Charles Mingus,
Todd Rundgren,
The Fortunes,
Average White Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Peter and Kerry,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Los Fastidios,
Suburban Knight,
Radio Birdman,
Jeru the Damaja,
Duran Duran,
Mark Hollis,
Gichy Dan,
Motorama,
KRS-One,
Franke,
Sixth Finger,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rapeman,
Vladislav Delay,
Moebius,
Matthew Halsall,
Organ,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Soft Cell,
Eli Mardock,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
FM Einheit,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Patti Smith,
The Smiths,
Donald Byrd,
The Gun Club,
Subhumans,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.