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 Ecuador and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Fire Engines to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a linndrum 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 spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bill Near,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Todd Rundgren,
UT,
Harry Pussy,
New Age Steppers,
Leonard Cohen,
Electric Prunes,
Lungfish,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lightning Bolt,
Sarah Menescal,
Whodini,
Dead Boys,
Minutemen,
The Last Poets,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Wings,
Don Cherry,
Procol Harum,
Q and Not U,
Vladislav Delay,
Guru Guru,
Arab on Radar,
The Raincoats,
Black Bananas,
New York Dolls,
The Mojo Men,
The Litter,
Roger Hodgson,
Popol Vuh,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Soft Cell,
10cc,
Ituana,
Lyres,
Wally Richardson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Bar-Kays,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Gories,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pantaleimon,
Model 500,
Marc Almond,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Loose Ends,
Panda Bear,
Al Stewart,
Neil Young,
Sam Rivers,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Selecter,
John Coltrane,
Deadbeat,
Supertramp,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.