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 Indonesia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator 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 Eve St. Jones to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby 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?
Tropical Tobacco,
Tom Boy,
Depeche Mode,
The Raincoats,
Amon Düül II,
The Moleskins,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sight & Sound,
10cc,
World's Most,
Dennis Brown,
Throbbing Gristle,
Television,
R.M.O.,
Anthony Braxton,
Kenny Larkin,
Eve St. Jones,
Swell Maps,
Roger Hodgson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ornette Coleman,
Eyeless In Gaza,
a-ha,
Thee Headcoats,
Neu!,
Barrington Levy,
Crash Course in Science,
Roy Ayers,
Nik Kershaw,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Faust,
the Sonics,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Procol Harum,
Qualms,
Altered Images,
Mission of Burma,
Nico,
Godley & Creme,
Lucky Dragons,
Metal Thangz,
U.S. Maple,
The Modern Lovers,
The Pop Group,
Arcadia,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fluxion,
Isaac Hayes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Model 500,
Sällskapet,
Amon Düül,
Stiv Bators,
Colin Newman,
The Last Poets,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Pretty Things,
The Human League,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Glenn Branca,
Parry Music,
Vladislav Delay,
Cameo,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.