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 Algeria and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Lee Hazlewood to the grunge 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
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,
Clear Light,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Japan,
Rites of Spring,
X-Ray Spex,
Young Marble Giants,
The Dirtbombs,
Lucky Dragons,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Offenders,
LL Cool J,
Main Source,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Livin' Joy,
Liliput,
Ronnie Foster,
Bobby Hutcherson,
John Foxx,
Mary Jane Girls,
Stetsasonic,
Mars,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
DJ Style,
Pantytec,
H. Thieme,
The Doors,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Easy Going,
Bad Manners,
Derrick May,
The Slackers,
The Searchers,
Sun City Girls,
Cal Tjader,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Pere Ubu,
Stereo Dub,
Sarah Menescal,
Deepchord,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Public Enemy,
Silicon Teens,
D'Angelo,
John Holt,
MC5,
Erasure,
Michelle Simonal,
The Litter,
Grauzone,
Howard Jones,
Graham Central Station,
the Fania All-Stars,
Thee Headcoats,
John Cale,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Al Stewart,
Rakim,
Scientists,
K-Klass,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.