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 Nepal and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Johannesburg.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the guitar 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 Fear to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Warsaw,
Niagra,
Liliput,
Shuggie Otis,
Cal Tjader,
Malaria!,
Excepter,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nico,
Junior Murvin,
Black Pus,
The J.B.'s,
Jawbox,
Flipper,
Glenn Branca,
Procol Harum,
Rekid,
Bob Dylan,
Underground Resistance,
The Raincoats,
Johnny Clarke,
Donald Byrd,
Bluetip,
Surgeon,
MDC,
Hardrive,
Rites of Spring,
Barbara Tucker,
Ice-T,
Mission of Burma,
The United States of America,
The Index,
Peter and Kerry,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
T.S.O.L.,
Bizarre Inc.,
LL Cool J,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Moss Icon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Real Kids,
Blossom Toes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Flash Fearless,
Index,
John Coltrane,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Motions,
Camouflage,
Public Image Ltd.,
Y Pants,
Lyres,
Gong,
Wasted Youth,
Thee Headcoats,
Banda Bassotti,
Radiohead,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.