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 Bangladesh and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Black Dice to the crunk 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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound 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,
The Mummies,
Cluster,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Second Layer,
Gichy Dan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cheater Slicks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Susan Cadogan,
Al Stewart,
Franke,
Joey Negro,
Angry Samoans,
Drive Like Jehu,
New Order,
Fat Boys,
The Flesh Eaters,
Von Mondo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Yazoo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Sound,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eric B and Rakim,
Erasure,
Leonard Cohen,
Parry Music,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rakim,
The Leaves,
Subhumans,
Hashim,
DJ Sneak,
the Germs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Unwound,
Yusef Lateef,
Japan,
Wolf Eyes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
DNA,
Gabor Szabo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Whodini,
Arthur Verocai,
Kool Moe Dee,
Donny Hathaway,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Index,
The Beau Brummels,
Banda Bassotti,
Eden Ahbez,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sonic Youth,
Gong,
Suicide,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.