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 Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Royal Trux to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
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,
Mars,
Mr. Review,
Roxette,
Glenn Branca,
Roxy Music,
Judy Mowatt,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Boredoms,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Junior Murvin,
Fifty Foot Hose,
D'Angelo,
U.S. Maple,
Magazine,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Circle Jerks,
Von Mondo,
Excepter,
Black Sheep,
Animal Collective,
Yazoo,
Scott Walker,
Al Stewart,
Warren Ellis,
Bill Wells,
Sam Rivers,
Blossom Toes,
the Bar-Kays,
Funky Four + One,
Bizarre Inc.,
Flash Fearless,
Clear Light,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Camberwell Now,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Altered Images,
Audionom,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Toasters,
Minutemen,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Moss Icon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wolf Eyes,
The Neon Judgement,
Rod Modell,
The Barracudas,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Derrick Morgan,
Don Cherry,
Guru Guru,
Gichy Dan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Beau Brummels,
China Crisis,
EPMD,
The American Breed,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.