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 Germany and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Litter to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe 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 sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Ultra Naté,
Jacob Miller,
Excepter,
The Cowsills,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Don Cherry,
Deakin,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cecil Taylor,
Drexciya,
Hashim,
Gang of Four,
The Evens,
Rhythm & Sound,
Swans,
Peter & Gordon,
The Star Department,
Suicide,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Carl Craig,
Robert Wyatt,
Vladislav Delay,
Eric Dolphy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Moss Icon,
Piero Umiliani,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Standells,
Arab on Radar,
The Tremeloes,
Malaria!,
Bauhaus,
Nas,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Chris & Cosey,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Raincoats,
Lucky Dragons,
Arcadia,
Harry Pussy,
Rekid,
Davy DMX,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Accadde A,
Lou Christie,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bad Manners,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Blackbyrds,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Flesh Eaters,
X-101,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Brothers Johnson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crime,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Suburban Knight,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.