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 Comoros and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 rhodes 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 Pere Ubu to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron 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 mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ludus,
Reuben Wilson,
Man Parrish,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kas Product,
The Raincoats,
The Gories,
Peter and Kerry,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Trojans,
The Durutti Column,
Mission of Burma,
Roxette,
Fear,
The Slits,
Subhumans,
David McCallum,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Inner City,
The Last Poets,
DJ Sneak,
Royal Trux,
Alphaville,
Amon Düül II,
Fluxion,
Minny Pops,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Radio Birdman,
Funkadelic,
Mr. Review,
Eric Copeland,
Jeru the Damaja,
Max Romeo,
Nico,
Cluster,
Scratch Acid,
Stereo Dub,
Deadbeat,
Laurel Aitken,
Altered Images,
Von Mondo,
Sister Nancy,
Marvin Gaye,
Ken Boothe,
Eden Ahbez,
Can,
The Gladiators,
Ossler,
T. Rex,
Matthew Bourne,
Spandau Ballet,
Crime,
Joe Finger,
Qualms,
Stiv Bators,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Pretty Things,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tubeway Army,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.