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 Tuvalu and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare 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 Nico to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield 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 synthesizer and an organ 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 clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
the Fania All-Stars,
Stockholm Monsters,
Stetsasonic,
Mo-Dettes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gichy Dan,
Blossom Toes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
La Düsseldorf,
Country Teasers,
The Grass Roots,
Eddi Front,
Wings,
Nico,
Iggy Pop,
Aswad,
Hashim,
Echospace,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Gap Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Erasure,
Index,
Ronnie Foster,
Pharoah Sanders,
Harry Pussy,
Faust,
EPMD,
Television Personalities,
One Last Wish,
the Soft Cell,
Chris & Cosey,
June Days,
Slave,
Clear Light,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Duran Duran,
Terry Callier,
Ralphi Rosario,
CMW,
Bobby Byrd,
Silicon Teens,
The Fugs,
Eden Ahbez,
X-101,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ten City,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Al Stewart,
The Toasters,
Tomorrow,
World's Most,
Brothers Johnson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sixth Finger,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mark Hollis,
Deepchord,
The Kinks,
The Golliwogs,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.