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 Australia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Taipei.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Can to the grunge 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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer 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 snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Flash Fearless,
Symarip,
Tears for Fears,
Liliput,
Khruangbin,
Basic Channel,
Quantec,
Monolake,
The Beau Brummels,
Aaron Thompson,
Roxy Music,
Marc Almond,
Cal Tjader,
Mantronix,
Metal Thangz,
Eric Copeland,
Malaria!,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Skatalites,
Sound Behaviour,
The Music Machine,
ABBA,
Los Fastidios,
Tres Demented,
Chrome,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Human League,
The Pop Group,
Accadde A,
Television Personalities,
Unwound,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fat Boys,
The American Breed,
Derrick May,
Soft Cell,
Negative Approach,
The Trojans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Busters,
The Black Dice,
Anthony Braxton,
Sarah Menescal,
The Shadows of Knight,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roger Hodgson,
Black Sheep,
Robert Wyatt,
The Dirtbombs,
Lalann,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Flipper,
U.S. Maple,
The Birthday Party,
Minnie Riperton,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.