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 Azerbaijan and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Supertramp to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
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,
Masters at Work,
Absolute Body Control,
Babytalk,
Gang Starr,
The Moleskins,
Visage,
Junior Murvin,
LL Cool J,
MDC,
Gong,
Half Japanese,
Mandrill,
Todd Terry,
Jeff Mills,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Organ,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fluxion,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Model 500,
Bronski Beat,
The Cure,
Gabor Szabo,
The Fall,
The American Breed,
The Toasters,
Los Fastidios,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Terry Callier,
Grandmaster Flash,
The United States of America,
the Sonics,
Lucky Dragons,
DJ Sneak,
Erasure,
Nirvana,
MC5,
Excepter,
John Lydon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Average White Band,
Underground Resistance,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Cowsills,
Schoolly D,
The Gories,
Moby Grape,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sun Ra,
Youth Brigade,
Lyres,
Simply Red,
The Five Americans,
Eve St. Jones,
Eli Mardock,
Wings,
Minny Pops,
Circle Jerks,
Davy DMX,
Swell Maps,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eddi Front,
Ludus,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.