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 Korea South and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Calgary.
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 mellotron 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 These Immortal Souls to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Index,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eli Mardock,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
ABBA,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lakeside,
CMW,
A Certain Ratio,
the Germs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scott Walker,
Anthony Braxton,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Max Romeo,
The Beau Brummels,
8 Eyed Spy,
Drexciya,
The Cowsills,
Dawn Penn,
Mr. Review,
The Skatalites,
Scratch Acid,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dennis Brown,
Wire,
Harpers Bizarre,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Main Source,
Vainqueur,
Can,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Monks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Associates,
Wally Richardson,
These Immortal Souls,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joe Finger,
Colin Newman,
Rapeman,
Lalann,
The American Breed,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Fugs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
DNA,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Chrome,
Sandy B,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kerrie Biddell,
Judy Mowatt,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Leaves,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Slits,
a-ha,
Hasil Adkins,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Kinks,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.