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 Syria and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 ABC to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
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,
Depeche Mode,
Charles Mingus,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bobby Sherman,
X-Ray Spex,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
David McCallum,
Radio Birdman,
Colin Newman,
Aloha Tigers,
Sun City Girls,
Absolute Body Control,
Altered Images,
Japan,
Technova,
Aaron Thompson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fad Gadget,
Eric Dolphy,
Blancmange,
Excepter,
Goldenarms,
Roxy Music,
New Order,
Bronski Beat,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Toasters,
Pulsallama,
Siglo XX,
The Pretty Things,
Skriet,
Pharoah Sanders,
Hasil Adkins,
Gregory Isaacs,
Albert Ayler,
Monolake,
Eric Copeland,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The J.B.'s,
Inner City,
The Happenings,
Popol Vuh,
T. Rex,
Jacob Miller,
New York Dolls,
The Dave Clark Five,
Visage,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Modern Lovers,
Tubeway Army,
Q and Not U,
Wasted Youth,
Iggy Pop,
Little Man,
Black Sheep,
Malaria!,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sex Pistols,
Pole,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.