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 Philippines and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Roxy Music to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Lee Hazlewood,
Adolescents,
Gerry Rafferty,
Public Enemy,
DJ Style,
Clear Light,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sight & Sound,
Moby Grape,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Swans,
L. Decosne,
Ponytail,
Bronski Beat,
PIL,
Saccharine Trust,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Second Layer,
Prince Buster,
Fela Kuti,
Spoonie Gee,
Arcadia,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gabor Szabo,
The Index,
Jawbox,
Circle Jerks,
Jerry's Kids,
Niagra,
Tropical Tobacco,
Soulsonic Force,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eddi Front,
Magma,
Deepchord,
Rufus Thomas,
Scrapy,
Kaleidoscope,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Maurizio,
Duran Duran,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
June of 44,
Drexciya,
Swans,
Guru Guru,
The J.B.'s,
Mad Mike,
Ituana,
In Retrospect,
Loose Ends,
The Velvet Underground,
La Düsseldorf,
The Wake,
Supertramp,
Tres Demented,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Panda Bear,
Oneida,
The Pretty Things,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.