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 Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Stooges to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
MDC,
Fad Gadget,
Jeff Lynne,
Liliput,
Juan Atkins,
Scion,
Qualms,
The Fugs,
Masters at Work,
Erasure,
Icehouse,
Massinfluence,
The Knickerbockers,
Eric B and Rakim,
10cc,
Drexciya,
Crispian St. Peters,
B.T. Express,
Main Source,
Avey Tare,
Ossler,
Yazoo,
Joey Negro,
Joe Finger,
Moebius,
Basic Channel,
Janne Schatter,
The American Breed,
Quadrant,
Kas Product,
Harry Pussy,
Ornette Coleman,
the Swans,
Television,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Radio Birdman,
Aaron Thompson,
The Wake,
Q65,
D'Angelo,
Public Image Ltd.,
La Düsseldorf,
Marmalade,
Monolake,
E-Dancer,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Average White Band,
Arcadia,
Wings,
Pantaleimon,
Joensuu 1685,
Monks,
The Smiths,
The Dead C,
Don Cherry,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Shoche,
Robert Wyatt,
Crooked Eye,
Dead Boys,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.