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 Lebanon and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Camberwell Now to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Negative Approach,
Jacob Miller,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Motions,
Robert Görl,
OOIOO,
Stockholm Monsters,
Von Mondo,
Grey Daturas,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sun City Girls,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Dave Clark Five,
Thompson Twins,
Crispian St. Peters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
K-Klass,
Boredoms,
Mars,
Bronski Beat,
Black Pus,
Howard Jones,
The Moleskins,
James White and The Blacks,
Soul II Soul,
Derrick Morgan,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Golliwogs,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Remains,
Drexciya,
The Blackbyrds,
The Busters,
Scan 7,
The Skatalites,
Nico,
Wally Richardson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Terrestrial Tones,
Barrington Levy,
Fear,
Marvin Gaye,
Reuben Wilson,
Second Layer,
Young Marble Giants,
Hasil Adkins,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Subhumans,
Trumans Water,
The New Christs,
Tim Buckley,
Lindisfarne,
Dead Boys,
The Gun Club,
Delon & Dalcan,
Oblivians,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.