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 Marshall Islands and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sonics to the jazz 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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
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,
Alison Limerick,
Little Man,
Fat Boys,
Camberwell Now,
Ultravox,
Robert Görl,
the Bar-Kays,
Matthew Bourne,
A Certain Ratio,
Trumans Water,
Hoover,
Soulsonic Force,
R.M.O.,
The Kinks,
Ronnie Foster,
The Fire Engines,
The Moleskins,
Dead Boys,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Associates,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Litter,
Sällskapet,
Eric Dolphy,
Clear Light,
Tom Boy,
Wasted Youth,
Panda Bear,
Basic Channel,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Walker Brothers,
Bang On A Can,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rufus Thomas,
Popol Vuh,
Tears for Fears,
Quando Quango,
Dave Gahan,
The Invisible,
The Gladiators,
Roger Hodgson,
Bobby Byrd,
Lyres,
New Age Steppers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sight & Sound,
Nik Kershaw,
Barry Ungar,
The Slackers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Judy Mowatt,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
T. Rex,
The Vogues,
Cameo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Absolute Body Control,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.