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 Suriname and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Electric Prunes to the techno 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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin 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 clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Idris Muhammad,
Arcadia,
Arab on Radar,
Rod Modell,
Marmalade,
Aaron Thompson,
The Count Five,
K-Klass,
Fad Gadget,
Shuggie Otis,
Goldenarms,
Godley & Creme,
Gastr Del Sol,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scott Walker,
Roxy Music,
The Cramps,
Can,
Archie Shepp,
The Monks,
Bobby Womack,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Buckinghams,
The Doors,
The Fortunes,
Outsiders,
Junior Murvin,
The Moleskins,
Black Bananas,
Cluster,
The Techniques,
Kas Product,
MDC,
Easy Going,
Sex Pistols,
Stetsasonic,
Pierre Henry,
AZ,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Royal Trux,
Mission of Burma,
Wire,
Todd Terry,
Minor Threat,
Heaven 17,
The Cowsills,
Dead Boys,
Cybotron,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pagans,
Agitation Free,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
David Bowie,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ultravox,
New York Dolls,
The Knickerbockers,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.