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 Austria and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Electric Prunes to the techno 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
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,
Harpers Bizarre,
Curtis Mayfield,
Robert Hood,
The Happenings,
Yusef Lateef,
Aural Exciters,
DNA,
The Barracudas,
Intrusion,
Brass Construction,
Ultravox,
World's Most,
The Raincoats,
The Remains,
Lakeside,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dawn Penn,
Nirvana,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Angry Samoans,
Visage,
Cybotron,
Lyres,
Patti Smith,
Blancmange,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gil Scott Heron,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
New Order,
Wolf Eyes,
Clear Light,
Monolake,
KRS-One,
Television,
Stereo Dub,
B.T. Express,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Modern Lovers,
Swell Maps,
Parry Music,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sonny Sharrock,
Symarip,
The Evens,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bob Dylan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Litter,
PIL,
Slick Rick,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Panda Bear,
Alphaville,
The Stooges,
The Leaves,
Heaven 17,
Althea and Donna,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.