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 Hungary and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 linndrum 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 Avey Tare to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
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,
Lou Reed,
The Selecter,
Darondo,
Sister Nancy,
Black Sheep,
The Walker Brothers,
JFA,
Cybotron,
The Sound,
Yusef Lateef,
Pere Ubu,
Sugar Minott,
The Gories,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Amazonics,
Traffic Nightmare,
Curtis Mayfield,
Underground Resistance,
Althea and Donna,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Interpol,
Ralphi Rosario,
Man Eating Sloth,
Minutemen,
New Age Steppers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Panda Bear,
Joey Negro,
Avey Tare,
the Bar-Kays,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mark Hollis,
Bob Dylan,
The Tremeloes,
Blake Baxter,
the Human League,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Black Dice,
The Standells,
DNA,
Slick Rick,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bobby Womack,
John Holt,
Yellowson,
the Swans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Oneida,
Soft Machine,
Make Up,
Eddi Front,
Little Man,
Robert Görl,
Arab on Radar,
Derrick Morgan,
Don Cherry,
Agitation Free,
Swell Maps,
Alison Limerick,
The Real Kids,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.