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 Algeria and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the guitar 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Magma,
the Normal,
Youth Brigade,
Mantronix,
Cameo,
The Index,
Iggy Pop,
Rosa Yemen,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lightning Bolt,
Easy Going,
Andrew Hill,
Jeff Lynne,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joe Smooth,
Terry Callier,
Stockholm Monsters,
Metal Thangz,
Roxette,
Hasil Adkins,
The Modern Lovers,
Stereo Dub,
Althea and Donna,
The Fortunes,
The Misunderstood,
Depeche Mode,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marmalade,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Aloha Tigers,
Prince Buster,
T. Rex,
F. McDonald,
the Germs,
Jeff Mills,
Lou Reed,
The Techniques,
ABC,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The J.B.'s,
The Red Krayola,
Al Stewart,
Yellowson,
Max Romeo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Monks,
Black Sheep,
Black Pus,
Dave Gahan,
The Sonics,
Todd Terry,
Minor Threat,
The Golliwogs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Crash Course in Science,
Vladislav Delay,
Derrick Morgan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Malaria!,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.