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 Mauritania and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Milan.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the grime 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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Nas,
Talk Talk,
New Age Steppers,
The Fuzztones,
Bobby Womack,
Kurtis Blow,
Johnny Clarke,
The Remains,
Hot Snakes,
The Walker Brothers,
Monks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jandek,
Dual Sessions,
Subhumans,
Blossom Toes,
Connie Case,
Joey Negro,
Scratch Acid,
Arcadia,
The Music Machine,
Grauzone,
the Bar-Kays,
Fatback Band,
Neil Young,
Sam Rivers,
Lyres,
Marine Girls,
Eden Ahbez,
The Blues Magoos,
Jerry's Kids,
Mad Mike,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Buzzcocks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Litter,
Tommy Roe,
Lakeside,
Donald Byrd,
The Victims,
Kayak,
John Cale,
Barbara Tucker,
Minnie Riperton,
Mary Jane Girls,
JFA,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Altered Images,
Arab on Radar,
Joensuu 1685,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cybotron,
Fear,
Brick,
The Barracudas,
Schoolly D,
Cal Tjader,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.