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 Pakistan and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1973.
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 rhodes 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 The Tremeloes to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Stetsasonic,
Joensuu 1685,
Minny Pops,
Kurtis Blow,
The Slackers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
One Last Wish,
Kerrie Biddell,
Theoretical Girls,
Gabor Szabo,
The Raincoats,
The Real Kids,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Country Teasers,
The Index,
Dead Boys,
the Swans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Outsiders,
Qualms,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Letta Mbulu,
Babytalk,
Au Pairs,
Sister Nancy,
Rufus Thomas,
Lindisfarne,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dual Sessions,
Erykah Badu,
New Age Steppers,
Half Japanese,
T. Rex,
Bush Tetras,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tom Boy,
Kas Product,
Brand Nubian,
Tim Buckley,
Black Bananas,
Lower 48,
Suburban Knight,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Moby Grape,
DJ Sneak,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Accadde A,
Gang Gang Dance,
cv313,
Skarface,
Radio Birdman,
ABBA,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Evens,
Popol Vuh,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Depeche Mode,
Jeru the Damaja,
Icehouse,
Roxy Music,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.