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 Iraq and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 mellotron 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 Yaz to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a snare 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 harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Scratch Acid,
Pierre Henry,
Boredoms,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jawbox,
The Young Rascals,
Robert Hood,
Model 500,
Freddie Wadling,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Association,
JFA,
Morten Harket,
Marc Almond,
The Doors,
The New Christs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ludus,
The Victims,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Archie Shepp,
The Buckinghams,
Donald Byrd,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Los Fastidios,
The Techniques,
Tubeway Army,
Pole,
Youth Brigade,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joe Smooth,
Darondo,
The Trojans,
Alice Coltrane,
Bang On A Can,
Roger Hodgson,
Scrapy,
Shoche,
Agitation Free,
Joe Finger,
Wings,
Audionom,
Guru Guru,
Warren Ellis,
Rapeman,
MC5,
Duran Duran,
June Days,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Moleskins,
Alphaville,
Roxette,
Sixth Finger,
Roy Ayers,
Brass Construction,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.