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 Estonia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 disco 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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
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,
The Searchers,
Sällskapet,
The Monochrome Set,
The Electric Prunes,
Excepter,
the Soft Cell,
Don Cherry,
The Black Dice,
Johnny Osbourne,
a-ha,
The Cosmic Jokers,
CMW,
T.S.O.L.,
One Last Wish,
Mars,
Con Funk Shun,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Durutti Column,
The Music Machine,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cheater Slicks,
Goldenarms,
Gregory Isaacs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jawbox,
Barclay James Harvest,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kerrie Biddell,
Agitation Free,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Radiohead,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Fuzztones,
Talk Talk,
Rufus Thomas,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Chris Corsano,
Index,
Spandau Ballet,
Visage,
FM Einheit,
Erasure,
Crime,
Procol Harum,
The Doobie Brothers,
Terry Callier,
Aloha Tigers,
Yazoo,
Sixth Finger,
David Bowie,
Davy DMX,
Amon Düül,
Kurtis Blow,
Alice Coltrane,
Prince Buster,
Radio Birdman,
June of 44,
The Smiths,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wings,
Bang On A Can,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.