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 Bhutan and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Brick to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B 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 rap 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 rhodes and a 808 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 snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Oneida,
Circle Jerks,
The Happenings,
Little Man,
Aaron Thompson,
The Fire Engines,
Hot Snakes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Thee Headcoats,
Jeff Lynne,
Pantaleimon,
The Last Poets,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Michelle Simonal,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
John Cale,
Graham Central Station,
Junior Murvin,
Tomorrow,
Cybotron,
Boredoms,
Toni Rubio,
Tom Boy,
The Fuzztones,
The Techniques,
Brand Nubian,
Terry Callier,
The Fortunes,
Agitation Free,
The Sound,
Monks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rod Modell,
Laurel Aitken,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jacob Miller,
AZ,
This Heat,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
X-101,
Chrome,
D'Angelo,
Susan Cadogan,
Bob Dylan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Popol Vuh,
Television Personalities,
The Monochrome Set,
Blossom Toes,
Section 25,
The Beau Brummels,
Deadbeat,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Cure,
The Remains,
Eric Dolphy,
Lakeside,
Marine Girls,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.