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 Palau and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar 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 Last Poets to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
X-Ray Spex,
Black Sheep,
The Tremeloes,
Magazine,
Nick Fraelich,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cheater Slicks,
Pagans,
Japan,
Cybotron,
David Bowie,
Section 25,
ABC,
Siglo XX,
Au Pairs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Slave,
Quando Quango,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eden Ahbez,
Symarip,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Barbara Tucker,
Zero Boys,
Organ,
Joyce Sims,
The American Breed,
Avey Tare,
Negative Approach,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Quadrant,
Connie Case,
Kas Product,
Cameo,
Cecil Taylor,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Danielle Patucci,
Gong,
Janne Schatter,
Loose Ends,
Chrome,
Magma,
The Cowsills,
Sonic Youth,
Carl Craig,
Drive Like Jehu,
Radio Birdman,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Unwound,
Archie Shepp,
Bobby Byrd,
Wire,
These Immortal Souls,
Minutemen,
The Zeros,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.