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 Hungary and from Houston.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Paris.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Piero Umiliani to the crunk 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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Lakeside,
Bill Wells,
Public Enemy,
Cecil Taylor,
F. McDonald,
The Dirtbombs,
Faust,
Aural Exciters,
Rites of Spring,
Avey Tare,
Gang of Four,
Kaleidoscope,
Fluxion,
Country Teasers,
Bang On A Can,
Scion,
Little Man,
Shuggie Otis,
Gichy Dan,
Wire,
Nas,
Los Fastidios,
Stiv Bators,
10cc,
John Holt,
Electric Prunes,
Zapp,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Flash Fearless,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Arthur Verocai,
Masters at Work,
the Germs,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Modern Lovers,
Nik Kershaw,
Joe Smooth,
Don Cherry,
The Litter,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Real Kids,
The Fugs,
The Motions,
Newcleus,
Mars,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Spandau Ballet,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Moody Blues,
Lou Christie,
Jacob Miller,
Gong,
Gang Green,
The New Christs,
Dawn Penn,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.