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 United Kingdom and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Stockholm.
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 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the rap 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
The Mummies,
The Velvet Underground,
Warren Ellis,
Yusef Lateef,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Symarip,
X-101,
the Germs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Crispian St. Peters,
Stetsasonic,
The Victims,
The Knickerbockers,
Stiv Bators,
Siglo XX,
Soul II Soul,
Avey Tare,
New Order,
Eric Copeland,
Aaron Thompson,
Ultravox,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Busters,
Juan Atkins,
Grauzone,
Moebius,
The Modern Lovers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pussy Galore,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Offenders,
Jandek,
Minnie Riperton,
Ponytail,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gang of Four,
The Monochrome Set,
Cluster,
Subhumans,
Sight & Sound,
the Swans,
John Foxx,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Barbara Tucker,
The Slackers,
The Fuzztones,
The Gladiators,
Aswad,
Ken Boothe,
The Happenings,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Amon Düül II,
The Cowsills,
The Star Department,
Royal Trux,
Man Parrish,
Visage,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.