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 Tuvalu and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Tomorrow to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers 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 spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
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,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bob Dylan,
Groovy Waters,
The Music Machine,
Hot Snakes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sex Pistols,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Last Poets,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Arcadia,
Pantaleimon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Liliput,
Pylon,
Unwound,
Prince Buster,
Juan Atkins,
The American Breed,
PIL,
Slick Rick,
Ronan,
Albert Ayler,
Ossler,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Aural Exciters,
Fad Gadget,
Black Moon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marine Girls,
Gichy Dan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Thompson Twins,
Surgeon,
The Toasters,
Clear Light,
Hashim,
Bush Tetras,
Max Romeo,
The Gladiators,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
New Age Steppers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Walker Brothers,
Black Flag,
Donny Hathaway,
The Birthday Party,
Aloha Tigers,
Johnny Osbourne,
KRS-One,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Black Pus,
The Seeds,
T.S.O.L.,
Drexciya,
Boz Scaggs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Minor Threat,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.