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 Egypt and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Colin Newman to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Joy Division,
the Bar-Kays,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ludus,
Kerrie Biddell,
Blancmange,
Zapp,
Audionom,
The Neon Judgement,
The Slits,
Man Eating Sloth,
Chrome,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nik Kershaw,
Minutemen,
Johnny Osbourne,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Music Machine,
Fugazi,
Glenn Branca,
Gregory Isaacs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Amon Düül II,
LL Cool J,
Sun City Girls,
Byron Stingily,
The Modern Lovers,
Heaven 17,
Half Japanese,
Robert Wyatt,
Pole,
Wasted Youth,
James White and The Blacks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lungfish,
Sugar Minott,
Urselle,
Q and Not U,
Albert Ayler,
The Five Americans,
The Motions,
FM Einheit,
Outsiders,
ABC,
Kool Moe Dee,
Deadbeat,
Danielle Patucci,
Faraquet,
Delta 5,
Crispy Ambulance,
Slave,
Pussy Galore,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Oneida,
Television Personalities,
Deepchord,
H. Thieme,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.