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 Sierra Leone and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Slackers to the grunge 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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 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 mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Ossler,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mad Mike,
The Evens,
Graham Central Station,
Mark Hollis,
Bootsy Collins,
Mr. Review,
Masters at Work,
Morten Harket,
Tom Boy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fatback Band,
Anakelly,
Amon Düül II,
Motorama,
Rotary Connection,
Wasted Youth,
Schoolly D,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Mummies,
Black Sheep,
Marvin Gaye,
X-102,
Bill Near,
Howard Jones,
The Seeds,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Flipper,
Deakin,
Glenn Branca,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Carl Craig,
New Age Steppers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Con Funk Shun,
Ultravox,
Royal Trux,
Adolescents,
The Red Krayola,
Rosa Yemen,
Young Marble Giants,
Minny Pops,
Mary Jane Girls,
Average White Band,
E-Dancer,
The Buckinghams,
Neu!,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Human League,
The Vogues,
The J.B.'s,
Althea and Donna,
The Slits,
Ludus,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Piero Umiliani,
Quadrant,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.