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 Colombia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Agitation Free to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb 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 sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Ten City,
Rotary Connection,
Negative Approach,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kaleidoscope,
Terrestrial Tones,
Magazine,
Barry Ungar,
Freddie Wadling,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Radio Birdman,
Laurel Aitken,
Drexciya,
Alison Limerick,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bush Tetras,
The Saints,
Skarface,
PIL,
Reuben Wilson,
Slave,
The Monochrome Set,
The Cowsills,
The Durutti Column,
The Velvet Underground,
Joy Division,
F. McDonald,
The Neon Judgement,
Charles Mingus,
Camberwell Now,
James White and The Blacks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pussy Galore,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Albert Ayler,
Agent Orange,
Basic Channel,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Moby Grape,
The Red Krayola,
Sight & Sound,
Sixth Finger,
Eve St. Jones,
K-Klass,
Curtis Mayfield,
Theoretical Girls,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Fall,
Pere Ubu,
New Age Steppers,
Minor Threat,
Monolake,
Liliput,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Glenn Branca,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joensuu 1685,
Hashim,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.