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 Bolivia and from Delhi.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Pere Ubu to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Procol Harum,
Terrestrial Tones,
Barry Ungar,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Soulsonic Force,
Hot Snakes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Cure,
Amon Düül,
Mad Mike,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Moss Icon,
Shuggie Otis,
The Slackers,
The Modern Lovers,
Lucky Dragons,
Masters at Work,
The Cowsills,
Maleditus Sound,
Niagra,
Vainqueur,
The Gun Club,
The Index,
Kaleidoscope,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Terry Callier,
Tropical Tobacco,
Roger Hodgson,
Deepchord,
Circle Jerks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Offenders,
The United States of America,
Pantaleimon,
Country Teasers,
Fad Gadget,
Massinfluence,
Ohio Players,
The Count Five,
The Fortunes,
Funky Four + One,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Monks,
Fugazi,
Khruangbin,
Brass Construction,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Neon Judgement,
Skarface,
Scion,
Scrapy,
Joe Smooth,
The Last Poets,
Stetsasonic,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pagans,
Connie Case,
Gang of Four,
Judy Mowatt,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.