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 Turkmenistan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Minutemen 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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb 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,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mark Hollis,
Lightning Bolt,
Ponytail,
Sarah Menescal,
Erasure,
Boz Scaggs,
Radio Birdman,
Vainqueur,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Moleskins,
Anakelly,
Lou Christie,
Thee Headcoats,
Pere Ubu,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cymande,
Swell Maps,
Glenn Branca,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
David Axelrod,
The Fortunes,
Symarip,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Amon Düül II,
Scientists,
Eric B and Rakim,
Can,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Procol Harum,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Whodini,
Neil Young,
Eric Dolphy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Grauzone,
Bobby Sherman,
The Slits,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Camouflage,
Hot Snakes,
X-Ray Spex,
Archie Shepp,
Lucky Dragons,
Ossler,
Rufus Thomas,
Franke,
Trumans Water,
Monks,
the Bar-Kays,
The American Breed,
Cybotron,
Wasted Youth,
Von Mondo,
The Electric Prunes,
The Angels of Light,
Cal Tjader,
The Cure,
Youth Brigade,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.