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 Cameroon and from Mumbai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 marimba 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 Ossler to the grunge 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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
John Cale,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ralphi Rosario,
Andrew Hill,
Erykah Badu,
Camouflage,
Mary Jane Girls,
Moss Icon,
Connie Case,
Ken Boothe,
Moby Grape,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cheater Slicks,
The Leaves,
Minutemen,
Todd Rundgren,
DJ Style,
Lindisfarne,
Bizarre Inc.,
Livin' Joy,
Robert Görl,
The Names,
Blossom Toes,
The Blackbyrds,
a-ha,
Peter and Kerry,
Steve Hackett,
Porter Ricks,
Juan Atkins,
Patti Smith,
Heaven 17,
Tres Demented,
Eli Mardock,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Saccharine Trust,
The Happenings,
Big Daddy Kane,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Brick,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Saints,
Amon Düül,
Kerri Chandler,
Al Stewart,
Index,
Skaos,
Bobby Byrd,
Joyce Sims,
Can,
Lightning Bolt,
Skriet,
Johnny Clarke,
Morten Harket,
The Wake,
Nick Fraelich,
Kevin Saunderson,
kango's stein massive,
Marmalade,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Amon Düül II,
The Pretty Things,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.