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 Seychelles and from Bremen.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Lou Reed 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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Metal Thangz,
Archie Shepp,
Y Pants,
Wasted Youth,
Amon Düül,
Reagan Youth,
Desert Stars,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Shuggie Otis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Connie Case,
Laurel Aitken,
Pierre Henry,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Normal,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Residents,
Jeff Mills,
Adolescents,
Japan,
Essential Logic,
Gang Starr,
Easy Going,
Lee Hazlewood,
Agent Orange,
Oneida,
Crime,
Eric Dolphy,
K-Klass,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Spoonie Gee,
Minor Threat,
Television Personalities,
Henry Cow,
Althea and Donna,
Bronski Beat,
Jacques Brel,
Pere Ubu,
Quantec,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Altered Images,
Negative Approach,
the Slits,
The Standells,
Jimmy McGriff,
Yaz,
The Monks,
Letta Mbulu,
Al Stewart,
David Bowie,
Camberwell Now,
Lou Christie,
The United States of America,
Flash Fearless,
David Axelrod,
Infiniti,
Quando Quango,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Freddie Wadling,
Sun Ra,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.