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 Korea South and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the rock 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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Altered Images,
the Slits,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jeff Lynne,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Anthony Braxton,
Rufus Thomas,
Main Source,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sugar Minott,
Johnny Osbourne,
Albert Ayler,
The Fuzztones,
Panda Bear,
Byron Stingily,
Parry Music,
Dorothy Ashby,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Interpol,
Gang Starr,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Offenders,
The Star Department,
R.M.O.,
Delon & Dalcan,
Niagra,
Terry Callier,
Malaria!,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Gun Club,
Essential Logic,
Aswad,
B.T. Express,
The Blues Magoos,
The Remains,
The Barracudas,
Eric Dolphy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cheater Slicks,
Sex Pistols,
Skaos,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Neil Young,
The Seeds,
John Coltrane,
Archie Shepp,
Banda Bassotti,
Popol Vuh,
David McCallum,
Jerry's Kids,
Pere Ubu,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tom Boy,
The Litter,
Sam Rivers,
Kayak,
The Red Krayola,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.