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 the UAE and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tehran.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Organ to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
La Düsseldorf,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Alison Limerick,
Nils Olav,
Anakelly,
Roger Hodgson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Stiv Bators,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Barclay James Harvest,
Intrusion,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Hardrive,
Alice Coltrane,
Amon Düül,
Warren Ellis,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ice-T,
The Selecter,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Misunderstood,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Half Japanese,
Au Pairs,
Brothers Johnson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
cv313,
the Human League,
Agent Orange,
Fugazi,
The Star Department,
Matthew Bourne,
Wally Richardson,
Amon Düül II,
AZ,
Fad Gadget,
Funkadelic,
Rakim,
Iggy Pop,
Rapeman,
Franke,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Chris & Cosey,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Buzzcocks,
Angry Samoans,
Tommy Roe,
Black Moon,
The Residents,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dorothy Ashby,
Harry Pussy,
Fat Boys,
Dark Day,
Surgeon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Q and Not U,
Connie Case,
Yellowson,
Joensuu 1685,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.