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 Spokane.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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,
Ten City,
Lindisfarne,
Brand Nubian,
Schoolly D,
Ice-T,
Donny Hathaway,
Erasure,
Joe Finger,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Faraquet,
Peter and Kerry,
Minnie Riperton,
T.S.O.L.,
Arthur Verocai,
Second Layer,
Bauhaus,
The Wake,
Dual Sessions,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nick Fraelich,
Pantaleimon,
The United States of America,
Danielle Patucci,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Evens,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sun City Girls,
Skaos,
Rekid,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Magma,
Minor Threat,
Gichy Dan,
Niagra,
Fluxion,
U.S. Maple,
Derrick May,
The Star Department,
Model 500,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Glambeats Corp.,
Shuggie Otis,
B.T. Express,
FM Einheit,
Scientists,
Minny Pops,
Rufus Thomas,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Chris & Cosey,
The Monochrome Set,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Todd Rundgren,
The Gap Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Lucky Dragons,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Zeros,
Eli Mardock,
La Düsseldorf,
The Selecter,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.