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 Liberia and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ohio Players to the grime 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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord 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 guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Basic Channel,
Steve Hackett,
Flash Fearless,
Nirvana,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
June Days,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rotary Connection,
Pet Shop Boys,
Amon Düül II,
Joey Negro,
Television,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Technova,
K-Klass,
Faust,
Radio Birdman,
Swans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pere Ubu,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Normal,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Half Japanese,
Crooked Eye,
Newcleus,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sparks,
Pantytec,
Spandau Ballet,
Altered Images,
Angry Samoans,
Franke,
Traffic Nightmare,
Massinfluence,
The Leaves,
Delta 5,
Flipper,
Little Man,
Alice Coltrane,
Bobby Womack,
Bluetip,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
OOIOO,
Desert Stars,
LL Cool J,
The Cure,
Curtis Mayfield,
Trumans Water,
Don Cherry,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.