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 Laos and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin 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 Spandau Ballet to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
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,
Hashim,
Bobby Womack,
Angry Samoans,
Boredoms,
Jacques Brel,
Jeff Lynne,
Camouflage,
Audionom,
Sällskapet,
Donny Hathaway,
Monolake,
Nation of Ulysses,
Spandau Ballet,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dead Boys,
Althea and Donna,
Roxette,
Glambeats Corp.,
Can,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Martian,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Matthew Halsall,
Malaria!,
The Skatalites,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Misunderstood,
Crime,
Rapeman,
Marmalade,
Man Parrish,
Cymande,
Los Fastidios,
Slave,
X-102,
Harmonia,
Black Flag,
Rakim,
Joey Negro,
Pierre Henry,
The Divine Comedy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dawn Penn,
Gabor Szabo,
Television,
Darondo,
the Bar-Kays,
Tres Demented,
Aaron Thompson,
Godley & Creme,
Banda Bassotti,
Pere Ubu,
Ultra Naté,
Leonard Cohen,
Moss Icon,
The Moody Blues,
Ponytail,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.