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 Bahamas and from New York.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Royal Family And The Poor to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Yellowson,
June of 44,
Sugar Minott,
Babytalk,
The Five Americans,
Pussy Galore,
The Litter,
Subhumans,
Soft Cell,
Lower 48,
Arcadia,
Spoonie Gee,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
T.S.O.L.,
Dawn Penn,
Lyres,
Jerry's Kids,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The American Breed,
Hot Snakes,
Jacob Miller,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Hasil Adkins,
World's Most,
Joy Division,
Tears for Fears,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Q and Not U,
Rotary Connection,
The Offenders,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Roger Hodgson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sam Rivers,
kango's stein massive,
Accadde A,
Laurel Aitken,
Barrington Levy,
Wolf Eyes,
Pantaleimon,
UT,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Aaron Thompson,
Mr. Review,
Oblivians,
New York Dolls,
The Index,
Vladislav Delay,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scientists,
The Electric Prunes,
The Count Five,
Lindisfarne,
Marcia Griffiths,
Oneida,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Dirtbombs,
This Heat,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.