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 Sierra Leone and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Rites of Spring to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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,
Pylon,
Bob Dylan,
Thompson Twins,
Robert Hood,
Derrick May,
Graham Central Station,
Chris & Cosey,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Albert Ayler,
The Fugs,
Dennis Brown,
Surgeon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Symarip,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Lucky Dragons,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Brick,
Harmonia,
Japan,
The Blackbyrds,
Sex Pistols,
Excepter,
Tubeway Army,
Bang On A Can,
Joey Negro,
Terry Callier,
Gil Scott Heron,
These Immortal Souls,
Marshall Jefferson,
The New Christs,
The Slackers,
The Victims,
Maurizio,
The Gories,
Anakelly,
Fad Gadget,
Young Marble Giants,
Nation of Ulysses,
Monks,
Deakin,
The Sound,
T.S.O.L.,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Moody Blues,
DJ Style,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Babytalk,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ponytail,
Icehouse,
Shoche,
Piero Umiliani,
Los Fastidios,
Reagan Youth,
Gregory Isaacs,
Thee Headcoats,
Chris Corsano,
Echospace,
Janne Schatter,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.