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 Kosovo and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 Tehran and Woodstock.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Steve Hackett to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Wasted Youth,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nik Kershaw,
F. McDonald,
Tres Demented,
Sound Behaviour,
Marvin Gaye,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cecil Taylor,
Ituana,
Don Cherry,
Q65,
The Slackers,
Vladislav Delay,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Doors,
T.S.O.L.,
New Order,
The Gladiators,
Sam Rivers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Heaven 17,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Cowsills,
The Saints,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lightning Bolt,
David Bowie,
Chris Corsano,
Stereo Dub,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kayak,
Parry Music,
Porter Ricks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bobby Womack,
Altered Images,
Groovy Waters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Black Moon,
The Seeds,
Moebius,
The Neon Judgement,
Anakelly,
Rites of Spring,
Man Parrish,
Nico,
Andrew Hill,
Babytalk,
Von Mondo,
Crooked Eye,
In Retrospect,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sarah Menescal,
Minnie Riperton,
Reagan Youth,
Rod Modell,
Unrelated Segments,
Oneida,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.