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 Micronesia and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Television to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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,
K-Klass,
Roy Ayers,
Albert Ayler,
Angry Samoans,
Accadde A,
Gregory Isaacs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Audionom,
Skriet,
Moss Icon,
Au Pairs,
Moebius,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Gun Club,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pulsallama,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Grass Roots,
A Certain Ratio,
Joy Division,
Bill Wells,
Average White Band,
Circle Jerks,
Thee Headcoats,
UT,
Livin' Joy,
Tom Boy,
Kas Product,
Camouflage,
Organ,
Mr. Review,
Erykah Badu,
Ludus,
The Shadows of Knight,
Hot Snakes,
The Divine Comedy,
FM Einheit,
Bizarre Inc.,
Hashim,
Fear,
Eli Mardock,
OOIOO,
Guru Guru,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kenny Larkin,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Parry Music,
Junior Murvin,
Gang Starr,
Erasure,
Yaz,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Slits,
Andrew Hill,
Carl Craig,
The Sound,
Sällskapet,
Make Up,
Thompson Twins,
Judy Mowatt,
Porter Ricks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.