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 Bangladesh and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Dual Sessions to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a rhodes 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 güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Freddie Wadling,
Sarah Menescal,
John Holt,
T.S.O.L.,
The Skatalites,
The Sonics,
The Evens,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Q and Not U,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bauhaus,
Todd Terry,
Harmonia,
Skaos,
The Happenings,
Black Pus,
The Blues Magoos,
Ituana,
Barry Ungar,
Davy DMX,
Nils Olav,
Peter & Gordon,
The Raincoats,
Fatback Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fear,
Pierre Henry,
Anthony Braxton,
Jacques Brel,
the Human League,
Blake Baxter,
Eli Mardock,
Unrelated Segments,
T. Rex,
Can,
The Count Five,
Brick,
Niagra,
The Doobie Brothers,
Essential Logic,
Massinfluence,
Jesper Dahlback,
Spoonie Gee,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Star Department,
Mars,
The Fire Engines,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Franke,
Prince Buster,
Index,
Black Sheep,
Agitation Free,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Desert Stars,
The American Breed,
Minny Pops,
Khruangbin,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.