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 Iceland and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar 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 The Detroit Cobras to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Oneida,
Symarip,
cv313,
Tears for Fears,
One Last Wish,
Pussy Galore,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Gladiators,
Fad Gadget,
The Cowsills,
The Mojo Men,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
LL Cool J,
Minor Threat,
Radio Birdman,
a-ha,
June Days,
Pet Shop Boys,
UT,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Gun Club,
New Order,
The Wake,
Pharoah Sanders,
Flipper,
Blancmange,
The Selecter,
The Dirtbombs,
Archie Shepp,
Rakim,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scratch Acid,
Sarah Menescal,
The Fugs,
The Techniques,
Eli Mardock,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Siglo XX,
Barclay James Harvest,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joe Smooth,
Nils Olav,
Adolescents,
E-Dancer,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ituana,
Danielle Patucci,
Shuggie Otis,
T.S.O.L.,
Cecil Taylor,
The Fortunes,
Das Ding,
The Modern Lovers,
Charles Mingus,
Al Stewart,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.