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 East Timor and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pussy Galore to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Flipper,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Royal Trux,
Marcia Griffiths,
Angry Samoans,
Ken Boothe,
Barbara Tucker,
Depeche Mode,
Faust,
The Beau Brummels,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Young Rascals,
Alice Coltrane,
Marmalade,
Mars,
Lyres,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Durutti Column,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Leonard Cohen,
The Move,
Minny Pops,
F. McDonald,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marshall Jefferson,
8 Eyed Spy,
A Certain Ratio,
Archie Shepp,
Gang of Four,
Mark Hollis,
La Düsseldorf,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Normal,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Skatalites,
Arcadia,
CMW,
10cc,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rod Modell,
The Stooges,
Groovy Waters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pierre Henry,
The Count Five,
Boogie Down Productions,
Anthony Braxton,
Jawbox,
Funky Four + One,
Von Mondo,
Chris & Cosey,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Blues Magoos,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Standells,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.