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 United States and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin 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 Scan 7 to the rock 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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 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 harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mo-Dettes,
Wire,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Peter and Kerry,
The Dead C,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Unrelated Segments,
Can,
The Busters,
The Litter,
Sällskapet,
The Toasters,
Deadbeat,
A Certain Ratio,
Anakelly,
Model 500,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bootsy Collins,
These Immortal Souls,
Cecil Taylor,
Pierre Henry,
Fatback Band,
Rotary Connection,
Barrington Levy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bad Manners,
Scientists,
The Move,
Tim Buckley,
London Community Gospel Choir,
In Retrospect,
Easy Going,
Interpol,
The New Christs,
Yellowson,
The Real Kids,
Al Stewart,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Altered Images,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Monolake,
Silicon Teens,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Neil Young,
Unwound,
The Electric Prunes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rosa Yemen,
Flamin' Groovies,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
DJ Sneak,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ludus,
Don Cherry,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.