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 Uruguay and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gong to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
The Tremeloes,
The Monochrome Set,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The J.B.'s,
Black Bananas,
Bootsy Collins,
Ten City,
Nico,
Neu!,
The Busters,
Quadrant,
Gichy Dan,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Litter,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Byron Stingily,
John Holt,
This Heat,
The Real Kids,
Spandau Ballet,
Sugar Minott,
The Red Krayola,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
FM Einheit,
Magma,
T. Rex,
Organ,
Motorama,
Joe Finger,
Dennis Brown,
Silicon Teens,
Royal Trux,
The New Christs,
Cluster,
World's Most,
Darondo,
Das Ding,
Q and Not U,
L. Decosne,
X-101,
Brand Nubian,
Soul II Soul,
Yellowson,
The Wake,
Supertramp,
Ken Boothe,
Von Mondo,
Dead Boys,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rosa Yemen,
The Associates,
Pierre Henry,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
China Crisis,
Sonny Sharrock,
Todd Terry,
The Shadows of Knight,
Toni Rubio,
Bang On A Can,
Hot Snakes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Toasters,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner 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.