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 Senegal and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Altered Images to the punk 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a theremin 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 spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Al Stewart,
Graham Central Station,
The Fugs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
John Lydon,
Crooked Eye,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bill Near,
The Misunderstood,
Blancmange,
Cecil Taylor,
Yellowson,
Surgeon,
Erasure,
Eve St. Jones,
Sight & Sound,
World's Most,
Michelle Simonal,
Crime,
Eddi Front,
kango's stein massive,
Derrick Morgan,
Pere Ubu,
Infiniti,
Organ,
Carl Craig,
Visage,
Tomorrow,
Ultravox,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scion,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Absolute Body Control,
Gichy Dan,
Liliput,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fluxion,
Sarah Menescal,
These Immortal Souls,
Unrelated Segments,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lightning Bolt,
ABC,
The Trojans,
Pole,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
10cc,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mantronix,
cv313,
Pylon,
The Durutti Column,
Iggy Pop,
Grauzone,
The Fall,
The Grass Roots,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sister Nancy,
Simply Red,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
James White and The Blacks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.