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 Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Electric Prunes to the punk 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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aswad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Underground Resistance,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sarah Menescal,
The Cowsills,
Anakelly,
Hardrive,
Angry Samoans,
Tropical Tobacco,
ABBA,
Joe Finger,
Symarip,
L. Decosne,
Whodini,
Cluster,
Peter and Kerry,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tres Demented,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Siglo XX,
Section 25,
The Seeds,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Todd Terry,
Public Enemy,
Gong,
Khruangbin,
Radiopuhelimet,
Banda Bassotti,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Porter Ricks,
UT,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kenny Larkin,
The Sonics,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
John Cale,
Marine Girls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tomorrow,
Derrick Morgan,
Agitation Free,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Depeche Mode,
Monks,
Sound Behaviour,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Steve Hackett,
Index,
Mission of Burma,
Buzzcocks,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Invisible,
Moss Icon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bob Dylan,
Minutemen,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.