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 Guinea and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 harpsichord 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 Arcadia to the funk 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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
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,
Swans,
Throbbing Gristle,
Deadbeat,
the Soft Cell,
Jimmy McGriff,
8 Eyed Spy,
June Days,
Sandy B,
Negative Approach,
Joe Finger,
Johnny Osbourne,
Connie Case,
The Happenings,
Nas,
John Lydon,
Idris Muhammad,
Al Stewart,
Pet Shop Boys,
D'Angelo,
The Birthday Party,
Ituana,
Todd Terry,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Wake,
Subhumans,
Sex Pistols,
Roy Ayers,
Los Fastidios,
Rites of Spring,
The Fire Engines,
Yusef Lateef,
Jesper Dahlback,
Deakin,
Sarah Menescal,
The Barracudas,
Drexciya,
The Cramps,
Warren Ellis,
The Move,
These Immortal Souls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Minny Pops,
Avey Tare,
The Raincoats,
Alton Ellis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
10cc,
Hashim,
Kerrie Biddell,
Max Romeo,
Fad Gadget,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Chrome,
The Cure,
the Association,
Wasted Youth,
Sun City Girls,
Fela Kuti,
Jawbox,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.