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 Tuvalu and from Portland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tokyo.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Colin Newman to the disco 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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and an oboe 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
Scott Walker,
The Residents,
Marc Almond,
Derrick Morgan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Anthony Braxton,
Nick Fraelich,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kayak,
Motorama,
Pierre Henry,
Judy Mowatt,
Alphaville,
Television Personalities,
Hasil Adkins,
Pantaleimon,
Eric Dolphy,
Fat Boys,
New Age Steppers,
U.S. Maple,
Unwound,
Lower 48,
The United States of America,
Negative Approach,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Robert Hood,
Moby Grape,
Aswad,
The Count Five,
Circle Jerks,
Magma,
Oblivians,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Soul Sonic Force,
B.T. Express,
Laurel Aitken,
Swell Maps,
Faraquet,
Eric Copeland,
The Victims,
Crooked Eye,
Audionom,
Pylon,
Dead Boys,
L. Decosne,
Clear Light,
Yusef Lateef,
Fela Kuti,
A Certain Ratio,
Von Mondo,
Shuggie Otis,
Lalann,
Barry Ungar,
Pussy Galore,
The Fire Engines,
Malaria!,
The Gun Club,
John Holt,
OOIOO,
Junior Murvin,
Juan Atkins,
Lou Christie,
Radiohead,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.