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 Dominica and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Spokane.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 John Holt to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord 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 theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Brothers Johnson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nils Olav,
Cymande,
Mark Hollis,
Jandek,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wolf Eyes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Au Pairs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Babytalk,
Yusef Lateef,
Junior Murvin,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Busters,
The Velvet Underground,
JFA,
Eric Dolphy,
Tommy Roe,
The Vogues,
Alison Limerick,
Aaron Thompson,
Quando Quango,
Pole,
The Angels of Light,
The Beau Brummels,
Steve Hackett,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Inner City,
The Selecter,
The Gladiators,
Janne Schatter,
Gang Starr,
The Dead C,
ABC,
Masters at Work,
Barry Ungar,
Flipper,
Donald Byrd,
The Toasters,
U.S. Maple,
Archie Shepp,
Procol Harum,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Invisible,
Lungfish,
Saccharine Trust,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
X-Ray Spex,
CMW,
Outsiders,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kerri Chandler,
Roxette,
Minutemen,
Bang On A Can,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bush Tetras,
Mad Mike,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.