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 Seychelles and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Star Department to the grime 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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar 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 clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Faraquet,
Dave Gahan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Grandmaster Flash,
Al Stewart,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Birthday Party,
The Kinks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Darondo,
Television Personalities,
Mo-Dettes,
Camouflage,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Interpol,
Barrington Levy,
Desert Stars,
The Divine Comedy,
Das Ding,
Black Moon,
Oneida,
The Count Five,
Tom Boy,
Circle Jerks,
Tres Demented,
Derrick May,
World's Most,
The Martian,
Ornette Coleman,
Thompson Twins,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Soul Sonic Force,
Agent Orange,
Hardrive,
The Beau Brummels,
Delon & Dalcan,
Iggy Pop,
Basic Channel,
The Gun Club,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Searchers,
DJ Style,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Alphaville,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jimmy McGriff,
Masters at Work,
Dawn Penn,
The Red Krayola,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Carl Craig,
The Shadows of Knight,
Siglo XX,
Roger Hodgson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Faust,
The Wake,
Saccharine Trust,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.