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 Fiji and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Milan.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Icehouse to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a guitar 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 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Jeff Lynne,
The Barracudas,
Amon Düül II,
Reuben Wilson,
Tommy Roe,
Simply Red,
Dennis Brown,
Slick Rick,
The Fugs,
John Foxx,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jimmy McGriff,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pole,
Easy Going,
Parry Music,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Shuggie Otis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Toasters,
Isaac Hayes,
Toni Rubio,
Babytalk,
Youth Brigade,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Das Ding,
David McCallum,
The Associates,
The Dirtbombs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lalann,
The Gories,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Young Rascals,
Ice-T,
Thee Headcoats,
The Five Americans,
The Selecter,
Chris & Cosey,
Nirvana,
The Cramps,
Eurythmics,
The Music Machine,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Zero Boys,
Pulsallama,
Kayak,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Terry Callier,
CMW,
Mad Mike,
Lakeside,
Excepter,
The Modern Lovers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lou Reed,
Dawn Penn,
Leonard Cohen,
Kerri Chandler,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.