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 East Timor and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Nation of Ulysses to the disco 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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron 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 oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Rod Modell,
The Pretty Things,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Moleskins,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Wire,
Reuben Wilson,
Y Pants,
Erasure,
48th St. Collective,
Soul II Soul,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Funky Four + One,
The Gories,
Slick Rick,
Barry Ungar,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dark Day,
Interpol,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Moody Blues,
Liliput,
EPMD,
Goldenarms,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sun Ra,
Magma,
Ten City,
Black Sheep,
The Electric Prunes,
Crash Course in Science,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Golliwogs,
Cheater Slicks,
Hot Snakes,
The Techniques,
Nils Olav,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Evens,
The Cure,
Ponytail,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Thee Headcoats,
Ultravox,
Talk Talk,
Yaz,
Kenny Larkin,
One Last Wish,
Marine Girls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Todd Rundgren,
Duran Duran,
Aural Exciters,
Livin' Joy,
Joe Smooth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.