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 Dominican Republic and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sister Nancy to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
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,
Letta Mbulu,
Lungfish,
the Human League,
Bobby Byrd,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kevin Saunderson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kurtis Blow,
Blancmange,
Amazonics,
Joe Finger,
Peter & Gordon,
Byron Stingily,
Roxette,
The Toasters,
Eddi Front,
Black Sheep,
The Buckinghams,
Graham Central Station,
The Cure,
Kerrie Biddell,
Subhumans,
Franke,
Quando Quango,
Soft Cell,
Mo-Dettes,
Stiv Bators,
The Smiths,
Jeff Lynne,
Sun Ra,
Fela Kuti,
Ice-T,
Newcleus,
Young Marble Giants,
The Fire Engines,
Second Layer,
Flamin' Groovies,
UT,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Severed Heads,
Cecil Taylor,
Scratch Acid,
Alison Limerick,
Michelle Simonal,
Chrome,
Cymande,
Trumans Water,
New York Dolls,
Drive Like Jehu,
Minnie Riperton,
Clear Light,
Fad Gadget,
The Detroit Cobras,
Moebius,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jawbox,
Lightning Bolt,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.