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 United Kingdom and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Prince Buster to the rap 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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
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 Searchers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Yellowson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Soul Sonic Force,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Easy Going,
Scion,
The Human League,
Aaron Thompson,
The Knickerbockers,
Boz Scaggs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Neil Young,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Patti Smith,
Barry Ungar,
The Fugs,
Bob Dylan,
Don Cherry,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rufus Thomas,
Dennis Brown,
Lungfish,
One Last Wish,
Porter Ricks,
The Pop Group,
Jerry's Kids,
Amon Düül,
Darondo,
Jeff Mills,
the Bar-Kays,
Nas,
The Moody Blues,
Cal Tjader,
H. Thieme,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sister Nancy,
Scan 7,
The Selecter,
The Happenings,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eve St. Jones,
Tropical Tobacco,
Derrick Morgan,
Lindisfarne,
Roy Ayers,
Khruangbin,
The Sound,
Josef K,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Outsiders,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Vogues,
Echospace,
Pole,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Albert Ayler,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.