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 Brunei and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tehran.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Jawbox to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar 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 synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lindisfarne,
The Blues Magoos,
Todd Rundgren,
Pussy Galore,
Lucky Dragons,
Kerri Chandler,
Lightning Bolt,
Erasure,
Shoche,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
In Retrospect,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rites of Spring,
Essential Logic,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dual Sessions,
Sight & Sound,
Electric Prunes,
R.M.O.,
Traffic Nightmare,
Susan Cadogan,
The Gories,
Pulsallama,
Steve Hackett,
Soft Cell,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Underground Resistance,
Frankie Knuckles,
Black Bananas,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Black Flag,
the Sonics,
Zapp,
Suburban Knight,
Bobby Byrd,
The Toasters,
Nirvana,
Pagans,
Crispy Ambulance,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cecil Taylor,
Derrick Morgan,
Brothers Johnson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
KRS-One,
Dark Day,
Fat Boys,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Max Romeo,
Nils Olav,
Minnie Riperton,
Marvin Gaye,
The Mummies,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sexual Harrassment,
New York Dolls,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.