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 Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Skatalites to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 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 Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
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 Raincoats,
Surgeon,
Slick Rick,
Excepter,
Arthur Verocai,
Kerri Chandler,
Motorama,
Donald Byrd,
Nick Fraelich,
World's Most,
The Smoke,
Rakim,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Radiohead,
Buzzcocks,
The Real Kids,
X-101,
Interpol,
Grey Daturas,
Delon & Dalcan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
New Age Steppers,
Babytalk,
Cluster,
The Fugs,
Delta 5,
Joe Finger,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The American Breed,
Ohio Players,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Neon Judgement,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lindisfarne,
Jerry's Kids,
Bang On A Can,
Deakin,
the Human League,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Gap Band,
MDC,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Graham Central Station,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Letta Mbulu,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gabor Szabo,
Roxette,
One Last Wish,
Black Sheep,
Nirvana,
Yusef Lateef,
Roxy Music,
Zero Boys,
Rufus Thomas,
Mo-Dettes,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.