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 Egypt 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Stooges to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Rosa Yemen,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
John Lydon,
Charles Mingus,
Babytalk,
Brass Construction,
Von Mondo,
Pierre Henry,
James White and The Blacks,
Rufus Thomas,
Sandy B,
The Last Poets,
Maleditus Sound,
Crooked Eye,
Lightning Bolt,
Basic Channel,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tomorrow,
H. Thieme,
Neil Young,
Banda Bassotti,
MC5,
Steve Hackett,
Malaria!,
Crime,
The Cowsills,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
John Holt,
Bang On A Can,
Magma,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Index,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Chris & Cosey,
a-ha,
Rites of Spring,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Harry Pussy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
R.M.O.,
Jandek,
Sällskapet,
Harmonia,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ken Boothe,
Hashim,
The Monks,
Unwound,
Erykah Badu,
Pylon,
Fugazi,
Fluxion,
Con Funk Shun,
Tres Demented,
The Saints,
Danielle Patucci,
Liliput,
Guru Guru,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.