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 Saudi Arabia and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Circle Jerks to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba 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 spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
The Gories,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joyce Sims,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Crooked Eye,
Skaos,
Godley & Creme,
Dead Boys,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Camberwell Now,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mars,
Barbara Tucker,
Lower 48,
The Velvet Underground,
Howard Jones,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Cowsills,
The Slackers,
The Music Machine,
Quantec,
Grey Daturas,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Surgeon,
Dennis Brown,
Sex Pistols,
Charles Mingus,
The Red Krayola,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Arab on Radar,
Sister Nancy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Spoonie Gee,
Matthew Bourne,
Mr. Review,
Rufus Thomas,
Kaleidoscope,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gang Starr,
UT,
Aloha Tigers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Tremeloes,
Quadrant,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jacob Miller,
Roxy Music,
Black Sheep,
Harry Pussy,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Blues Magoos,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The New Christs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sun Ra,
Tubeway Army,
Mandrill,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.