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 Germany and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Minny Pops to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba 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 synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Joyce Sims,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Angels of Light,
Bill Wells,
Monolake,
Franke,
The Buckinghams,
Don Cherry,
Crash Course in Science,
Iggy Pop,
Black Flag,
Reagan Youth,
The Golliwogs,
Reuben Wilson,
MC5,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Slits,
Andrew Hill,
Dark Day,
The Sonics,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
New York Dolls,
Avey Tare,
Johnny Clarke,
Siglo XX,
48th St. Collective,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joensuu 1685,
Magma,
Bad Manners,
The Fugs,
Crooked Eye,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Residents,
John Coltrane,
Television Personalities,
Livin' Joy,
June Days,
Aural Exciters,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mantronix,
Whodini,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
kango's stein massive,
Y Pants,
The Fall,
Gil Scott Heron,
Grauzone,
Hardrive,
Fatback Band,
Rekid,
The Monks,
Shuggie Otis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Little Man,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.