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 Venezuela and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 snare 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 Ralphi Rosario to the jazz 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 Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
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 Modern Lovers,
Unrelated Segments,
Charles Mingus,
T.S.O.L.,
Radio Birdman,
Thompson Twins,
The Selecter,
Monolake,
Suburban Knight,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lalo Schifrin,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The New Christs,
Donny Hathaway,
Quadrant,
Jeff Lynne,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mad Mike,
Barbara Tucker,
The Stooges,
Ornette Coleman,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Deakin,
Maurizio,
Simply Red,
The Remains,
China Crisis,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ken Boothe,
Kayak,
Lightning Bolt,
Bootsy Collins,
Roger Hodgson,
DJ Style,
Boogie Down Productions,
Monks,
Donald Byrd,
Mandrill,
the Human League,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rod Modell,
Al Stewart,
Lower 48,
Hot Snakes,
Hardrive,
John Foxx,
Depeche Mode,
Judy Mowatt,
Shuggie Otis,
The Evens,
Frankie Knuckles,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
ABBA,
Chrome,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The J.B.'s,
Robert Wyatt,
the Germs,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.