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 Greece and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Little Man to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Standells,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Golliwogs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Knickerbockers,
Easy Going,
Robert Görl,
Idris Muhammad,
Peter & Gordon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Severed Heads,
Scion,
cv313,
Thee Headcoats,
Dual Sessions,
Max Romeo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jeff Lynne,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Patti Smith,
Scratch Acid,
Niagra,
Audionom,
Duran Duran,
Vladislav Delay,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Motorama,
Alison Limerick,
the Normal,
The Dead C,
Bootsy Collins,
Crispian St. Peters,
Shoche,
Gregory Isaacs,
Connie Case,
Lou Christie,
Prince Buster,
Royal Trux,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Barrington Levy,
Lalann,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kenny Larkin,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Drive Like Jehu,
Hot Snakes,
Pussy Galore,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
T.S.O.L.,
the Sonics,
Barry Ungar,
Sugar Minott,
Los Fastidios,
The Mummies,
Roxette,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ossler,
Zapp,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Stooges,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.