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 Tunisia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the electroclash 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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin 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 synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Robert Görl,
Underground Resistance,
Monks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Aswad,
Josef K,
The Names,
Kenny Larkin,
Erykah Badu,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Susan Cadogan,
Roger Hodgson,
The Cramps,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Fall,
Spoonie Gee,
Nation of Ulysses,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Clear Light,
The Last Poets,
Neu!,
The Real Kids,
Cal Tjader,
the Sonics,
Hasil Adkins,
The Busters,
The United States of America,
Rosa Yemen,
Minor Threat,
Scion,
David Axelrod,
Wire,
Infiniti,
Jacques Brel,
Girls At Our Best!,
Anakelly,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sonny Sharrock,
Monolake,
Sällskapet,
Cecil Taylor,
Soul Sonic Force,
Matthew Halsall,
Janne Schatter,
Jawbox,
OOIOO,
Boz Scaggs,
The Golliwogs,
The Electric Prunes,
Dennis Brown,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mandrill,
Letta Mbulu,
The Monochrome Set,
Gichy Dan,
X-Ray Spex,
The Gun Club,
Warsaw,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.