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 Guatemala and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 synthesizer 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 Sonic Youth to the rap 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Bluetip,
Dawn Penn,
The Blues Magoos,
Grey Daturas,
Fat Boys,
Anthony Braxton,
Patti Smith,
Suburban Knight,
Mary Jane Girls,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pharoah Sanders,
Saccharine Trust,
Brand Nubian,
Barbara Tucker,
Tres Demented,
Vladislav Delay,
Sam Rivers,
Wolf Eyes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sun Ra,
Man Eating Sloth,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bauhaus,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cybotron,
Cluster,
Junior Murvin,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Association,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Black Bananas,
Second Layer,
T. Rex,
Slick Rick,
Lindisfarne,
Country Teasers,
David Axelrod,
Pierre Henry,
Leonard Cohen,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Unrelated Segments,
the Soft Cell,
Das Ding,
Jeff Mills,
The United States of America,
Radio Birdman,
Derrick May,
Index,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pylon,
Sällskapet,
The Mummies,
Fad Gadget,
Joey Negro,
Rapeman,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Germs,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.