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 Namibia and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the jazz 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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron 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 theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Unwound,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scott Walker,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
David Bowie,
Kerri Chandler,
KRS-One,
Dark Day,
Second Layer,
MDC,
Erasure,
Cecil Taylor,
The Evens,
Scion,
Matthew Bourne,
The Names,
8 Eyed Spy,
Michelle Simonal,
Reagan Youth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tubeway Army,
Q and Not U,
Arab on Radar,
Camouflage,
Lou Christie,
Kas Product,
Lakeside,
Kerrie Biddell,
Echospace,
Robert Wyatt,
Radiopuhelimet,
Faust,
EPMD,
The Motions,
Los Fastidios,
Eddi Front,
Al Stewart,
The Zeros,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gil Scott Heron,
Guru Guru,
Blossom Toes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rotary Connection,
The Dave Clark Five,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jawbox,
Bizarre Inc.,
James White and The Blacks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Agitation Free,
The Wake,
Slick Rick,
Grey Daturas,
Mark Hollis,
Ornette Coleman,
Skriet,
Harmonia,
Organ,
The Happenings,
Neil Young,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.