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 New Zealand and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Glasgow.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the organ 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 Masters at Work to the grunge 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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb 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,
Stereo Dub,
Cameo,
Los Fastidios,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Dirtbombs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jandek,
Mission of Burma,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eurythmics,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Smiths,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sun Ra,
Interpol,
Pere Ubu,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kerri Chandler,
Delon & Dalcan,
Roger Hodgson,
Blossom Toes,
KRS-One,
Letta Mbulu,
Eric Dolphy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gang of Four,
Jawbox,
Cheater Slicks,
Wasted Youth,
Barrington Levy,
Alison Limerick,
Eli Mardock,
Infiniti,
Ornette Coleman,
Jimmy McGriff,
Alton Ellis,
Shoche,
Deadbeat,
Crash Course in Science,
Accadde A,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Zeros,
The Electric Prunes,
Sparks,
Masters at Work,
The Slits,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The New Christs,
Joey Negro,
Sam Rivers,
Slave,
Mark Hollis,
UT,
Glenn Branca,
Howard Jones,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.