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 Bolivia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the güiro 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 Black Flag to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet 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 sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
James White and The Blacks,
Buzzcocks,
Das Ding,
Scientists,
Andrew Hill,
Royal Trux,
Barrington Levy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scan 7,
Sandy B,
The Mojo Men,
JFA,
Chris & Cosey,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Smog,
Pole,
The J.B.'s,
Peter and Kerry,
Toni Rubio,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Darondo,
The Fall,
Grey Daturas,
Avey Tare,
The Blues Magoos,
Bush Tetras,
Faust,
Massinfluence,
Sparks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Guru Guru,
Arcadia,
Shoche,
Easy Going,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Con Funk Shun,
Lalann,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Hardrive,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Durutti Column,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Deadbeat,
The Names,
Main Source,
Ronan,
Zero Boys,
The Dead C,
Max Romeo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Boredoms,
Angry Samoans,
The Sonics,
Kenny Larkin,
Hashim,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Susan Cadogan,
Sugar Minott,
Quando Quango,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.