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 Angola and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer 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 Circle Jerks to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
The Skatalites,
Erykah Badu,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Reuben Wilson,
Das Ding,
Monks,
Davy DMX,
Lebanon Hanover,
ABC,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kas Product,
Henry Cow,
Ultravox,
Second Layer,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Blossom Toes,
Schoolly D,
Kayak,
the Slits,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scrapy,
The Count Five,
Rod Modell,
Guru Guru,
The Music Machine,
Inner City,
Skriet,
Royal Trux,
Lindisfarne,
Kaleidoscope,
T.S.O.L.,
Funky Four + One,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kenny Larkin,
The Associates,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marvin Gaye,
Patti Smith,
Sex Pistols,
Crash Course in Science,
The Moody Blues,
Adolescents,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Buzzcocks,
Essential Logic,
Sugar Minott,
The Raincoats,
Barrington Levy,
Livin' Joy,
Zero Boys,
Newcleus,
Soft Machine,
Joensuu 1685,
Johnny Clarke,
Bush Tetras,
Ohio Players,
Mantronix,
Jeru the Damaja,
Q65,
Sun City Girls,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.