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 Kosovo 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord 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 Average White Band to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stockholm Monsters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Niagra,
Eric Copeland,
Gabor Szabo,
Metal Thangz,
Camouflage,
Anthony Braxton,
Subhumans,
Arthur Verocai,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
DNA,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Urselle,
Accadde A,
Sun Ra,
Boredoms,
Shoche,
Erasure,
PIL,
AZ,
Pere Ubu,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Sound,
Amon Düül II,
Cybotron,
The Kinks,
Magazine,
The Angels of Light,
Pierre Henry,
The Zeros,
Jeff Lynne,
Young Marble Giants,
Delta 5,
The Misunderstood,
the Swans,
Sonic Youth,
Todd Rundgren,
Nirvana,
Glenn Branca,
Cameo,
Talk Talk,
Bang On A Can,
the Soft Cell,
Silicon Teens,
Dennis Brown,
Alphaville,
Don Cherry,
kango's stein massive,
Deepchord,
Junior Murvin,
Eden Ahbez,
Colin Newman,
Groovy Waters,
the Bar-Kays,
Scott Walker,
Wasted Youth,
Y Pants,
Motorama,
Johnny Osbourne,
Danielle Patucci,
Sixth Finger,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.