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 Ecuador and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ossler to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe 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 sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
The Knickerbockers,
Ohio Players,
The Walker Brothers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ossler,
Siglo XX,
Pierre Henry,
Judy Mowatt,
Gabor Szabo,
Gichy Dan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
James White and The Blacks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rekid,
Soulsonic Force,
Eric B and Rakim,
D'Angelo,
Jacques Brel,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Saints,
Minny Pops,
Qualms,
World's Most,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Essential Logic,
Black Moon,
The Barracudas,
Minnie Riperton,
Gang Gang Dance,
Robert Görl,
The Tremeloes,
DNA,
DJ Style,
Sixth Finger,
Second Layer,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Monks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Althea and Donna,
F. McDonald,
Minutemen,
Tom Boy,
Peter and Kerry,
R.M.O.,
the Slits,
Organ,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scan 7,
K-Klass,
The Blackbyrds,
The Moleskins,
Jeff Lynne,
Junior Murvin,
The Sonics,
Marine Girls,
Al Stewart,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Isaac Hayes,
Smog,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.