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 Djibouti and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Fugazi to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe 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 snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Davy DMX,
Tommy Roe,
David Bowie,
Joe Smooth,
Camouflage,
Au Pairs,
Bobby Sherman,
Matthew Halsall,
The Slits,
Guru Guru,
Skarface,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Johnny Clarke,
Mantronix,
Niagra,
Lakeside,
Amon Düül II,
Sex Pistols,
Jeru the Damaja,
Soft Machine,
Ken Boothe,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Crime,
Todd Rundgren,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Monochrome Set,
the Germs,
The Divine Comedy,
Eddi Front,
The Sonics,
Aswad,
Siglo XX,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Average White Band,
Bob Dylan,
the Sonics,
Y Pants,
Ponytail,
Eden Ahbez,
the Normal,
Bootsy Collins,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jeff Mills,
Subhumans,
Surgeon,
The Pretty Things,
Rufus Thomas,
The Electric Prunes,
The Walker Brothers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ronan,
D'Angelo,
Cybotron,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.