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 Madagascar and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar 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 Nick Fraelich 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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes 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 organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Stiv Bators,
Soul II Soul,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Birthday Party,
B.T. Express,
Ponytail,
The Cowsills,
Davy DMX,
Tres Demented,
Dorothy Ashby,
Zero Boys,
Harry Pussy,
Sam Rivers,
CMW,
a-ha,
Mr. Review,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Motorama,
Robert Görl,
Joe Smooth,
Youth Brigade,
The Victims,
Negative Approach,
Eli Mardock,
Don Cherry,
Jesper Dahlback,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Dirtbombs,
Todd Rundgren,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Camouflage,
Wire,
Henry Cow,
Hot Snakes,
Alice Coltrane,
Make Up,
Johnny Osbourne,
Spoonie Gee,
Stereo Dub,
Chris Corsano,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
E-Dancer,
The Star Department,
Wally Richardson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joe Finger,
Andrew Hill,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
David Axelrod,
Scrapy,
U.S. Maple,
Marvin Gaye,
La Düsseldorf,
Leonard Cohen,
Delta 5,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.