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 Gambia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum 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 The Kinks to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a harpsichord 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Soft Cell,
Gang Starr,
The Busters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Aural Exciters,
Eli Mardock,
Fugazi,
MC5,
Dennis Brown,
Television Personalities,
Crime,
The Blues Magoos,
Arab on Radar,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Slackers,
Swans,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bauhaus,
Guru Guru,
AZ,
Bob Dylan,
Deakin,
Aswad,
David Axelrod,
Piero Umiliani,
Oneida,
Zapp,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Soul II Soul,
Ronan,
JFA,
Marvin Gaye,
Magazine,
Lower 48,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Wake,
The Remains,
The Golliwogs,
Alphaville,
Aloha Tigers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Television,
Whodini,
Darondo,
Minutemen,
Sex Pistols,
Echospace,
Buzzcocks,
Slick Rick,
Roger Hodgson,
Urselle,
Rapeman,
Lucky Dragons,
Lyres,
Boz Scaggs,
The Sonics,
B.T. Express,
The Leaves,
Make Up,
Rakim,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.