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 Canada and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 spring reverb 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 New York Dolls to the crunk 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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a clarinet 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 linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Surgeon,
Groovy Waters,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sonny Sharrock,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mandrill,
Desert Stars,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sly & The Family Stone,
H. Thieme,
Theoretical Girls,
Aaron Thompson,
Minor Threat,
Banda Bassotti,
Barrington Levy,
Monks,
Au Pairs,
Erasure,
Aloha Tigers,
Livin' Joy,
Half Japanese,
Marvin Gaye,
Panda Bear,
Average White Band,
Zero Boys,
Chris Corsano,
The Monks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Brand Nubian,
John Cale,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Vainqueur,
The Misunderstood,
The Velvet Underground,
Can,
Lakeside,
Echospace,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kenny Larkin,
Tubeway Army,
Public Image Ltd.,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pole,
Lungfish,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bob Dylan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Procol Harum,
Massinfluence,
K-Klass,
The Doors,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Stereo Dub,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jesper Dahlback,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.