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 Ecuador and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Oblivians to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Music Machine,
The Star Department,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ornette Coleman,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Young Marble Giants,
Deakin,
Lebanon Hanover,
Babytalk,
Roy Ayers,
Hashim,
Fela Kuti,
Yusef Lateef,
Jacob Miller,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Remains,
Oneida,
Bobbi Humphrey,
AZ,
Junior Murvin,
The Smiths,
DJ Style,
Godley & Creme,
LL Cool J,
Michelle Simonal,
48th St. Collective,
Dave Gahan,
the Normal,
Bill Wells,
Sarah Menescal,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fat Boys,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bad Manners,
Sällskapet,
Tears for Fears,
Zapp,
Gang Starr,
Johnny Clarke,
Frankie Knuckles,
Malaria!,
Nirvana,
Sonic Youth,
Pere Ubu,
Silicon Teens,
Suburban Knight,
Mantronix,
Gil Scott Heron,
Metal Thangz,
Andrew Hill,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Residents,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Magazine,
Charles Mingus,
Piero Umiliani,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.