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 South Sudan and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Mary Jane Girls to the crunk 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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Barry Ungar,
The Sonics,
the Fania All-Stars,
Agitation Free,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gong,
Isaac Hayes,
John Lydon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wolf Eyes,
Au Pairs,
OOIOO,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Roger Hodgson,
Thompson Twins,
Henry Cow,
Ultimate Spinach,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nirvana,
Los Fastidios,
The Fugs,
Sound Behaviour,
R.M.O.,
Sun City Girls,
Model 500,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joy Division,
The Smoke,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kaleidoscope,
JFA,
Monolake,
Lightning Bolt,
Dave Gahan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Bar-Kays,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Knickerbockers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Names,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ohio Players,
The Toasters,
The Techniques,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
June Days,
The Stooges,
F. McDonald,
Wire,
Brothers Johnson,
Suicide,
The Smiths,
These Immortal Souls,
DJ Style,
The Cure,
Black Bananas,
Arthur Verocai,
Simply Red,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.