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 Rwanda and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Tears for Fears to the funk 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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Piero Umiliani,
Technova,
Slick Rick,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Shuggie Otis,
Glambeats Corp.,
48th St. Collective,
Laurel Aitken,
Ultra Naté,
Traffic Nightmare,
X-Ray Spex,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Grauzone,
Soft Cell,
T. Rex,
The Martian,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
E-Dancer,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Wake,
Glenn Branca,
Icehouse,
AZ,
Ice-T,
Lou Reed,
Terry Callier,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobby Byrd,
DJ Style,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Count Five,
Supertramp,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Brick,
The Cowsills,
Black Sheep,
Ronan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Altered Images,
Minny Pops,
Rakim,
Cheater Slicks,
Nick Fraelich,
Joe Smooth,
Avey Tare,
Circle Jerks,
Pantaleimon,
Dead Boys,
Michelle Simonal,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Residents,
Eddi Front,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Gun Club,
ABBA,
Moebius,
Nation of Ulysses,
X-101,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.