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 Kiribati and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bremen.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Morten Harket to the grunge 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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Isaac Hayes,
Sam Rivers,
Massinfluence,
Roger Hodgson,
The Stooges,
Arthur Verocai,
The Cramps,
Tomorrow,
Minor Threat,
Eli Mardock,
Toni Rubio,
the Slits,
Maleditus Sound,
KRS-One,
Reagan Youth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Trojans,
Delon & Dalcan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Siglo XX,
Crash Course in Science,
The Dave Clark Five,
Flash Fearless,
PIL,
Whodini,
Sun City Girls,
Joe Finger,
Lyres,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Desert Stars,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Real Kids,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Johnny Osbourne,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Names,
Adolescents,
Altered Images,
Fad Gadget,
Ronan,
Blossom Toes,
Agent Orange,
Fluxion,
Arcadia,
The Dead C,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Slick Rick,
Be Bop Deluxe,
48th St. Collective,
The Fortunes,
The Divine Comedy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ponytail,
JFA,
Young Marble Giants,
The Beau Brummels,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sun Ra,
Pagans,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.