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 Namibia and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Beau Brummels to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
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,
Isaac Hayes,
The Toasters,
Rotary Connection,
Ten City,
Jacob Miller,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dawn Penn,
The American Breed,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Icehouse,
Terrestrial Tones,
Simply Red,
Bootsy Collins,
Sun Ra,
Interpol,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Henry Cow,
Talk Talk,
Tomorrow,
Unwound,
The Modern Lovers,
Erasure,
Aaron Thompson,
the Slits,
Slick Rick,
Avey Tare,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Q65,
The Red Krayola,
10cc,
Vainqueur,
8 Eyed Spy,
MDC,
Lou Christie,
The Human League,
Cecil Taylor,
Buzzcocks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sugar Minott,
Supertramp,
The Evens,
Depeche Mode,
Sonic Youth,
The Cowsills,
Laurel Aitken,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Skatalites,
Nation of Ulysses,
Man Parrish,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Black Bananas,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Martian,
Popol Vuh,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Camouflage,
Visage,
Marvin Gaye,
Mantronix,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.