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 Nicaragua and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Grey Daturas to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ 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 chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Cecil Taylor,
The Gap Band,
The Kinks,
Ituana,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lee Hazlewood,
F. McDonald,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jeru the Damaja,
DJ Sneak,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eric B and Rakim,
Reagan Youth,
Fluxion,
Rotary Connection,
Aswad,
Todd Terry,
Grandmaster Flash,
Absolute Body Control,
The Real Kids,
David McCallum,
CMW,
Intrusion,
Colin Newman,
Lakeside,
Supertramp,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Durutti Column,
8 Eyed Spy,
Duran Duran,
Ronan,
The Electric Prunes,
Aaron Thompson,
JFA,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Arcadia,
Mary Jane Girls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Parry Music,
Anakelly,
Agitation Free,
The Vogues,
Marcia Griffiths,
Talk Talk,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marmalade,
Moby Grape,
The New Christs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tomorrow,
Ultravox,
Arab on Radar,
Bad Manners,
The Red Krayola,
Rekid,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mad Mike,
Depeche Mode,
Circle Jerks,
The Grass Roots,
Pole,
Lalo Schifrin,
Make Up,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.