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 Kyrgyzstan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Echo & the Bunnymen 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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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,
Minutemen,
Lower 48,
Terry Callier,
Nico,
The Techniques,
Parry Music,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
MDC,
Camberwell Now,
Maurizio,
The Star Department,
The Gladiators,
The American Breed,
Patti Smith,
The Beau Brummels,
The Monks,
the Human League,
Goldenarms,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Cowsills,
MC5,
KRS-One,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Fire Engines,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Pretty Things,
The Stooges,
Quando Quango,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Qualms,
Marc Almond,
The Knickerbockers,
China Crisis,
Robert Wyatt,
Ralphi Rosario,
Archie Shepp,
The Cramps,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
June Days,
Monolake,
Lyres,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jerry's Kids,
Fatback Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Todd Rundgren,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Excepter,
kango's stein massive,
Judy Mowatt,
Subhumans,
Blossom Toes,
Moss Icon,
Trumans Water,
Gong,
The Invisible,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Little Man,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.