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 Austria and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the güiro 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 Bootsy Collins to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare 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 a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Crooked Eye,
Joe Finger,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kas Product,
John Holt,
Babytalk,
Maurizio,
Magma,
Aural Exciters,
The Pretty Things,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
In Retrospect,
The Residents,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Boredoms,
Ten City,
Bill Near,
Trumans Water,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
X-Ray Spex,
Bobby Sherman,
The Doors,
Mary Jane Girls,
Neil Young,
Fat Boys,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Youth Brigade,
Skriet,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Standells,
Zero Boys,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
David Bowie,
Bauhaus,
The Neon Judgement,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Selecter,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Raincoats,
Henry Cow,
Newcleus,
The Cramps,
Alison Limerick,
Smog,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nik Kershaw,
Icehouse,
Arab on Radar,
Stereo Dub,
Blake Baxter,
Marine Girls,
Eli Mardock,
E-Dancer,
The Remains,
Infiniti,
Nico,
June of 44,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.