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 Egypt and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Danielle Patucci to the techno 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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet 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 güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Erasure,
Flipper,
The Walker Brothers,
Bob Dylan,
Althea and Donna,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Shuggie Otis,
The Searchers,
The Slackers,
Brothers Johnson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Stetsasonic,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Robert Görl,
Lower 48,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Faust,
Trumans Water,
Alice Coltrane,
Darondo,
Jeff Mills,
Excepter,
Aswad,
The J.B.'s,
Shoche,
John Holt,
Andrew Hill,
The Young Rascals,
The Buckinghams,
Boz Scaggs,
Liliput,
Television,
Lalann,
Animal Collective,
Soul II Soul,
Rites of Spring,
EPMD,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pole,
Procol Harum,
Terry Callier,
Soft Cell,
Depeche Mode,
Marcia Griffiths,
Youth Brigade,
Aaron Thompson,
Glenn Branca,
Wally Richardson,
Quadrant,
Eric Copeland,
The Knickerbockers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Stooges,
Sight & Sound,
LL Cool J,
The Cramps,
Yaz,
Index,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bluetip,
Ultra Naté,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.