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 Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer 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 Boogie Down Productions to the dance 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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Chris Corsano,
JFA,
June Days,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scratch Acid,
Ronan,
Barry Ungar,
The Gap Band,
Monolake,
Man Parrish,
Pantaleimon,
Jacques Brel,
Intrusion,
The Kinks,
Black Bananas,
Henry Cow,
The Blues Magoos,
New York Dolls,
Schoolly D,
New Order,
Lou Christie,
MDC,
Clear Light,
Spoonie Gee,
The Knickerbockers,
Quadrant,
PIL,
Steve Hackett,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Babytalk,
Eric Copeland,
The Index,
Lungfish,
Ten City,
Depeche Mode,
the Fania All-Stars,
Roxy Music,
John Cale,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Aswad,
Tomorrow,
the Human League,
Max Romeo,
Mandrill,
Brick,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Slits,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Radio Birdman,
Barbara Tucker,
The Stooges,
Kas Product,
Gang Green,
Albert Ayler,
Deakin,
Aaron Thompson,
The Dead C,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nirvana,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive.
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.