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 Bolivia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Motions to the grime 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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Soft Machine,
The Golliwogs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dead Boys,
Erykah Badu,
Grandmaster Flash,
Terry Callier,
Bob Dylan,
Mr. Review,
Scrapy,
The Last Poets,
Ultra Naté,
New York Dolls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cluster,
Nas,
Drive Like Jehu,
Freddie Wadling,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Divine Comedy,
The Walker Brothers,
Desert Stars,
PIL,
Pagans,
The Dave Clark Five,
Adolescents,
Youth Brigade,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Make Up,
June Days,
UT,
Moss Icon,
Ossler,
Tim Buckley,
Jeff Mills,
The Motions,
Angry Samoans,
Duran Duran,
Wire,
The J.B.'s,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bobby Sherman,
Soulsonic Force,
Kayak,
Joensuu 1685,
Tears for Fears,
Roxy Music,
Slick Rick,
Moebius,
Qualms,
Don Cherry,
Eli Mardock,
The Slackers,
Audionom,
Chris & Cosey,
Television Personalities,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lyres,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.