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 Bangladesh and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Livin' Joy 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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
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,
Crooked Eye,
Quantec,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Alarm Clocks,
Roxy Music,
Tommy Roe,
Kaleidoscope,
Cecil Taylor,
The Martian,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ten City,
Audionom,
The Wake,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pagans,
Pole,
Porter Ricks,
Barclay James Harvest,
10cc,
Morten Harket,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bush Tetras,
Howard Jones,
Schoolly D,
Ultravox,
Robert Hood,
The Busters,
Terry Callier,
Excepter,
Dennis Brown,
Mr. Review,
Henry Cow,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pantytec,
Arthur Verocai,
Robert Görl,
Tears for Fears,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Deakin,
Robert Wyatt,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Count Five,
OOIOO,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sparks,
Stetsasonic,
Ossler,
Piero Umiliani,
The Standells,
Franke,
Bobby Womack,
Minor Threat,
The Fugs,
Arcadia,
Flamin' Groovies,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.