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 Equatorial Guinea and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Grauzone to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
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 Monochrome Set,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Mojo Men,
Aloha Tigers,
Maurizio,
The Searchers,
Juan Atkins,
Skaos,
Pylon,
Neil Young,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kaleidoscope,
Barrington Levy,
Zapp,
Faust,
The Cramps,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Harry Pussy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pantaleimon,
Ultra Naté,
Nick Fraelich,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Radio Birdman,
Tubeway Army,
Pet Shop Boys,
A Certain Ratio,
The Knickerbockers,
Matthew Bourne,
The Gladiators,
Bob Dylan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lucky Dragons,
Alice Coltrane,
Icehouse,
R.M.O.,
Ituana,
The Young Rascals,
Motorama,
Donald Byrd,
Babytalk,
Soulsonic Force,
Ice-T,
Popol Vuh,
Nik Kershaw,
H. Thieme,
Young Marble Giants,
Hasil Adkins,
John Holt,
Arcadia,
The Pretty Things,
Iggy Pop,
The Wake,
Brick,
Blake Baxter,
Scrapy,
Rod Modell,
The Fortunes,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.