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 Cape Verde and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Grauzone 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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet 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 mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Tommy Roe,
Bronski Beat,
Moss Icon,
Panda Bear,
Cal Tjader,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Alison Limerick,
Altered Images,
New Order,
Arab on Radar,
The Dirtbombs,
The Knickerbockers,
Pierre Henry,
10cc,
The Slits,
Bang On A Can,
Prince Buster,
The Sonics,
Matthew Bourne,
The Durutti Column,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Banda Bassotti,
Amon Düül II,
Inner City,
Ohio Players,
EPMD,
The Birthday Party,
Masters at Work,
MC5,
Underground Resistance,
Slave,
Ronan,
Leonard Cohen,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nick Fraelich,
The Stooges,
James White and The Blacks,
Angry Samoans,
Alton Ellis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Skarface,
Connie Case,
Eddi Front,
Mission of Burma,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Barclay James Harvest,
Peter and Kerry,
Procol Harum,
Adolescents,
Kaleidoscope,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Minutemen,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Evens,
Eric Copeland,
Interpol,
The Golliwogs,
Pulsallama,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.