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 Congo and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Steve Hackett to the dance 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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
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 Toasters,
Eurythmics,
Flipper,
Boz Scaggs,
Simply Red,
Matthew Halsall,
Average White Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Crispy Ambulance,
Colin Newman,
kango's stein massive,
Althea and Donna,
Tomorrow,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joy Division,
Erasure,
Saccharine Trust,
Junior Murvin,
Hasil Adkins,
Q and Not U,
Index,
Monks,
Barbara Tucker,
Swans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Infiniti,
Toni Rubio,
The Fall,
Anakelly,
Scrapy,
Juan Atkins,
R.M.O.,
Big Daddy Kane,
Delta 5,
Isaac Hayes,
Warsaw,
Dave Gahan,
Organ,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Sonics,
Kurtis Blow,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pantytec,
Judy Mowatt,
Mars,
Animal Collective,
Slick Rick,
the Normal,
Pere Ubu,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Pop Group,
H. Thieme,
The Last Poets,
Pole,
DNA,
The Black Dice,
Black Flag,
Ralphi Rosario,
The J.B.'s,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.