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 Barbados and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Magma to the punk 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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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,
Aloha Tigers,
The Blackbyrds,
Susan Cadogan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Black Moon,
ABBA,
The Invisible,
Drive Like Jehu,
Aswad,
Yellowson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Easy Going,
Symarip,
Lower 48,
Man Parrish,
Erasure,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Royal Trux,
The Residents,
Kayak,
the Swans,
The Pop Group,
Fear,
Motorama,
Camberwell Now,
Dennis Brown,
The Gun Club,
Bobby Sherman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tropical Tobacco,
OOIOO,
June of 44,
Shoche,
Quadrant,
Can,
Soul II Soul,
DJ Style,
Suicide,
Patti Smith,
Ponytail,
Sly & The Family Stone,
New York Dolls,
Marine Girls,
Groovy Waters,
Bauhaus,
Deepchord,
The Saints,
Intrusion,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lightning Bolt,
The Skatalites,
Urselle,
Davy DMX,
Minutemen,
Oneida,
London Community Gospel Choir,
FM Einheit,
Marvin Gaye,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.