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 Haiti and from Madrid.
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 Sao Paulo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron 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 The Flesh Eaters to the rock 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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Metal Thangz,
Al Stewart,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gabor Szabo,
The Fortunes,
Chris & Cosey,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Darondo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Cramps,
Iggy Pop,
Sight & Sound,
Loose Ends,
Skarface,
Donny Hathaway,
Dorothy Ashby,
Little Man,
Joyce Sims,
Dead Boys,
Infiniti,
Drive Like Jehu,
Quadrant,
Bill Wells,
Ken Boothe,
Joensuu 1685,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Skatalites,
Boz Scaggs,
Technova,
Mr. Review,
Easy Going,
Lalann,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Moss Icon,
Eric Dolphy,
Yusef Lateef,
Robert Görl,
Black Moon,
Cal Tjader,
Motorama,
X-101,
Stereo Dub,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Y Pants,
Lou Reed,
LL Cool J,
Siglo XX,
The Slackers,
The Pop Group,
Faust,
Chris Corsano,
Blake Baxter,
The Move,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Seeds,
Rapeman,
Sonny Sharrock,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.