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 India and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron 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 The Grass Roots to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Fluxion,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Little Man,
Television Personalities,
Susan Cadogan,
Mad Mike,
Terry Callier,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Moleskins,
Toni Rubio,
Amon Düül,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Theoretical Girls,
Chris Corsano,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lucky Dragons,
Adolescents,
Altered Images,
Simply Red,
the Slits,
Silicon Teens,
Andrew Hill,
Davy DMX,
David Bowie,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Isaac Hayes,
Groovy Waters,
Sam Rivers,
H. Thieme,
Gabor Szabo,
Sixth Finger,
The Cramps,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Don Cherry,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Vogues,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mo-Dettes,
The Slackers,
Rosa Yemen,
Crime,
Surgeon,
Patti Smith,
Hasil Adkins,
Youth Brigade,
La Düsseldorf,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lebanon Hanover,
In Retrospect,
The Star Department,
Jeru the Damaja,
Faraquet,
Scion,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mandrill,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.