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 Liechtenstein and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Reuben Wilson to the jazz 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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Grauzone,
The Moody Blues,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Monks,
The Cure,
The Wake,
Robert Hood,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Arab on Radar,
Pantaleimon,
The Remains,
Brass Construction,
Quantec,
Hasil Adkins,
The Fire Engines,
Babytalk,
Boogie Down Productions,
Barbara Tucker,
Chris Corsano,
Tommy Roe,
Marc Almond,
The Index,
The Sonics,
Rod Modell,
Make Up,
F. McDonald,
Byron Stingily,
Joy Division,
the Sonics,
Black Pus,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Excepter,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Avey Tare,
Johnny Clarke,
June of 44,
Delta 5,
Pet Shop Boys,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Joey Negro,
The Doors,
Minutemen,
Terry Callier,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wire,
Jacques Brel,
Infiniti,
Desert Stars,
The Monks,
Kas Product,
Thee Headcoats,
Cecil Taylor,
Idris Muhammad,
Mr. Review,
EPMD,
Moss Icon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bang On A Can,
Boz Scaggs,
Scratch Acid,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.