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 Angola and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the theremin 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 Surgeon to the dance 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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos 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 clarinet and an oboe 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 rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
The Selecter,
Lalo Schifrin,
Harry Pussy,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Walker Brothers,
The Index,
Audionom,
Jeru the Damaja,
Prince Buster,
Nik Kershaw,
Dave Gahan,
Barry Ungar,
Derrick Morgan,
The Raincoats,
Los Fastidios,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Star Department,
Agent Orange,
X-102,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wire,
Livin' Joy,
Rotary Connection,
Chrome,
the Slits,
Archie Shepp,
Kenny Larkin,
the Soft Cell,
Basic Channel,
Max Romeo,
These Immortal Souls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nick Fraelich,
The Moody Blues,
The Saints,
JFA,
The Leaves,
Fluxion,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Alice Coltrane,
The Neon Judgement,
Pylon,
Sight & Sound,
Little Man,
Brass Construction,
Blossom Toes,
Outsiders,
Liliput,
a-ha,
Marmalade,
Aswad,
cv313,
Connie Case,
Lou Reed,
Yazoo,
Pantaleimon,
Aural Exciters,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.