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 Turkey and from New York.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Pretty Things to the electroclash 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
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,
Soft Cell,
Erykah Badu,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Motions,
Lalann,
Rakim,
Alton Ellis,
Dave Gahan,
Youth Brigade,
The Moody Blues,
The Move,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kenny Larkin,
The Kinks,
Goldenarms,
Pharoah Sanders,
Black Bananas,
The Zeros,
Cymande,
Kevin Saunderson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Babytalk,
The Tremeloes,
Jacob Miller,
Desert Stars,
Aloha Tigers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Roger Hodgson,
Minny Pops,
Agent Orange,
The Busters,
Excepter,
Whodini,
Radio Birdman,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Organ,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Grandmaster Flash,
Hashim,
Laurel Aitken,
Negative Approach,
Shuggie Otis,
Swell Maps,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jimmy McGriff,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Chris Corsano,
Smog,
8 Eyed Spy,
Basic Channel,
Sandy B,
The Sonics,
Traffic Nightmare,
Deakin,
Isaac Hayes,
Reuben Wilson,
The Buckinghams,
Mad Mike,
Jandek,
Erasure,
Neil Young,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.