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 St Lucia and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Royal Trux to the funk 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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pylon,
Pantaleimon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Fuzztones,
Theoretical Girls,
B.T. Express,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jandek,
Zero Boys,
Fela Kuti,
Alice Coltrane,
Model 500,
Dawn Penn,
These Immortal Souls,
AZ,
Minor Threat,
Roxy Music,
The American Breed,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Alton Ellis,
Crispian St. Peters,
Roy Ayers,
The Blackbyrds,
The Martian,
Skarface,
Marshall Jefferson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Yaz,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Steve Hackett,
Pulsallama,
Leonard Cohen,
Spoonie Gee,
The Gories,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Whodini,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Crash Course in Science,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Black Pus,
Los Fastidios,
The Cure,
Minutemen,
Reuben Wilson,
Cameo,
Wolf Eyes,
The Residents,
Robert Görl,
Freddie Wadling,
Derrick Morgan,
Make Up,
Ultravox,
Q and Not U,
The Stooges,
Mars,
Wally Richardson,
The Cramps,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Saints,
Max Romeo,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.