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 Georgia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Minny Pops to the techno 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer 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 theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rosa Yemen,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Doors,
Jesper Dahlback,
Faraquet,
Boogie Down Productions,
Unwound,
Ken Boothe,
Sonny Sharrock,
Judy Mowatt,
The Gories,
Theoretical Girls,
In Retrospect,
Josef K,
Skarface,
Joe Smooth,
the Association,
Massinfluence,
Fat Boys,
Monks,
Patti Smith,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Toasters,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Slits,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Grass Roots,
Nico,
Ralphi Rosario,
Smog,
Spoonie Gee,
Ituana,
Television Personalities,
Parry Music,
Q65,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Suburban Knight,
The Real Kids,
Maurizio,
Slick Rick,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Curtis Mayfield,
Prince Buster,
Crime,
Lou Reed,
Ornette Coleman,
The Knickerbockers,
Jacques Brel,
Fela Kuti,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gong,
Radiohead,
Sam Rivers,
Wire,
Andrew Hill,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Trojans,
Electric Prunes,
The Wake,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.