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 Sierra Leone and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Wolf Eyes to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a güiro 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 marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Yazoo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Stetsasonic,
Fatback Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Suburban Knight,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Wasted Youth,
Monolake,
Darondo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Blancmange,
Organ,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jawbox,
The Standells,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Seeds,
Gichy Dan,
Mary Jane Girls,
Radiopuhelimet,
Television Personalities,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Cowsills,
The Velvet Underground,
Erasure,
Metal Thangz,
Flamin' Groovies,
Max Romeo,
Jeff Lynne,
The Invisible,
Fela Kuti,
Yaz,
Sight & Sound,
Desert Stars,
Mantronix,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jacob Miller,
Stiv Bators,
Theoretical Girls,
Section 25,
The Pop Group,
China Crisis,
Isaac Hayes,
Faust,
Brick,
R.M.O.,
Fugazi,
The Black Dice,
KRS-One,
Avey Tare,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Moby Grape,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Pretty Things,
Bootsy Collins,
Aural Exciters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Alphaville,
Electric Prunes,
Kayak,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.