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 Chile and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bluetip to the electroclash 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 Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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,
D'Angelo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scott Walker,
Fat Boys,
Skarface,
John Lydon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lalo Schifrin,
Whodini,
Rakim,
Yellowson,
Eurythmics,
X-102,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Grass Roots,
the Normal,
Donald Byrd,
Deepchord,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marshall Jefferson,
Donny Hathaway,
The Motions,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Prince Buster,
John Foxx,
The Dirtbombs,
Brick,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Young Rascals,
Tres Demented,
Black Bananas,
Michelle Simonal,
Mars,
The Human League,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Smoke,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Wake,
The Fuzztones,
Dark Day,
Minutemen,
Fatback Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Can,
Matthew Halsall,
Cheater Slicks,
Kurtis Blow,
Harmonia,
Bobby Hutcherson,
cv313,
Ludus,
Rotary Connection,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Moebius,
Angry Samoans,
Scrapy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Saccharine Trust,
Maurizio,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.