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 Egypt and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 The Vogues 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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
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,
The Remains,
Agitation Free,
Barry Ungar,
Ultimate Spinach,
Angry Samoans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tommy Roe,
The Mummies,
Symarip,
Pharoah Sanders,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dennis Brown,
Monks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Amazonics,
John Holt,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lakeside,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lee Hazlewood,
Negative Approach,
Duran Duran,
Suicide,
Dark Day,
Jawbox,
Delta 5,
Stiv Bators,
Rapeman,
Second Layer,
Funky Four + One,
Neil Young,
Rekid,
Soul II Soul,
Neu!,
Ultra Naté,
June Days,
Section 25,
The Associates,
The Motions,
Pole,
48th St. Collective,
Josef K,
Chris Corsano,
Jacques Brel,
Echospace,
Rosa Yemen,
Eve St. Jones,
Kas Product,
The Happenings,
Alphaville,
Black Bananas,
Trumans Water,
Soulsonic Force,
Peter & Gordon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ornette Coleman,
Howard Jones,
Warren Ellis,
Rites of Spring,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.