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 Micronesia and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lindisfarne to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pussy Galore,
The Smiths,
Darondo,
The Zeros,
Charles Mingus,
Jacques Brel,
Mandrill,
DJ Sneak,
Shoche,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Echospace,
Kurtis Blow,
Kool Moe Dee,
David McCallum,
Pere Ubu,
Depeche Mode,
The Fire Engines,
Colin Newman,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Harmonia,
Ultra Naté,
Lindisfarne,
Jesper Dahlback,
Unwound,
Babytalk,
Bob Dylan,
David Axelrod,
The Blackbyrds,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tom Boy,
The Buckinghams,
The Trojans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Slick Rick,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Severed Heads,
Archie Shepp,
Yaz,
Theoretical Girls,
Alton Ellis,
Hot Snakes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Deakin,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
David Bowie,
Pharoah Sanders,
K-Klass,
Lou Reed,
Brass Construction,
The Last Poets,
Quando Quango,
Hardrive,
Tubeway Army,
Half Japanese,
Unrelated Segments,
Ludus,
The Dave Clark Five,
D'Angelo,
Mars,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Soul II Soul,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.