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 Grenada and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Lou Reed 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 Kenny Larkin to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marcia Griffiths,
Minor Threat,
Metal Thangz,
Pulsallama,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bobby Byrd,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pantytec,
Rufus Thomas,
Bauhaus,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Surgeon,
Television,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Yazoo,
John Cale,
The Five Americans,
The Sonics,
the Normal,
Sun Ra,
Sex Pistols,
The Monks,
The Fall,
Judy Mowatt,
Sun City Girls,
Yusef Lateef,
Alice Coltrane,
Mad Mike,
kango's stein massive,
Desert Stars,
Toni Rubio,
The Pop Group,
Jawbox,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Severed Heads,
Average White Band,
Anakelly,
Vainqueur,
Neil Young,
Carl Craig,
E-Dancer,
Sandy B,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Derrick May,
Eric Dolphy,
Zero Boys,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Blues Magoos,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rotary Connection,
Grey Daturas,
The Electric Prunes,
Tom Boy,
Minutemen,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rapeman,
Jimmy McGriff,
Suicide,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Sound,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.