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 Norway and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Accra.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 rap 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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a güiro 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Terry Callier,
Mary Jane Girls,
Harry Pussy,
Visage,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Inner City,
PIL,
Black Moon,
DNA,
Charles Mingus,
The Black Dice,
Oblivians,
Bobby Sherman,
Country Teasers,
MC5,
Sugar Minott,
KRS-One,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Royal Trux,
Spoonie Gee,
Bronski Beat,
Alison Limerick,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ludus,
Tres Demented,
Thompson Twins,
Arcadia,
Aloha Tigers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sarah Menescal,
Gang of Four,
Lou Christie,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Negative Approach,
The Victims,
Davy DMX,
Bang On A Can,
Groovy Waters,
Electric Prunes,
Magazine,
Skarface,
The Angels of Light,
Matthew Halsall,
Stetsasonic,
D'Angelo,
Althea and Donna,
Quadrant,
the Human League,
Funky Four + One,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Soulsonic Force,
Joe Finger,
The Velvet Underground,
Cecil Taylor,
MDC,
Los Fastidios,
Joy Division,
Dennis Brown,
Funkadelic,
John Holt,
The Selecter,
Lalo Schifrin,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.