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 Czech Republic and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Silicon Teens to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum 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 mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Jacob Miller,
Visage,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bronski Beat,
the Germs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joe Finger,
Tom Boy,
Glenn Branca,
The Trojans,
The Shadows of Knight,
Camouflage,
Al Stewart,
The Stooges,
Brick,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sly & The Family Stone,
David Axelrod,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nils Olav,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eli Mardock,
Monks,
MDC,
Lucky Dragons,
The Toasters,
The Cramps,
Audionom,
Y Pants,
Marshall Jefferson,
Neu!,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Qualms,
Kas Product,
The Offenders,
Jesper Dahlback,
Arab on Radar,
Groovy Waters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
David McCallum,
Hashim,
The Gun Club,
Pantytec,
Sister Nancy,
Flash Fearless,
Chris Corsano,
The Moody Blues,
Gang Starr,
Japan,
Danielle Patucci,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Black Dice,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Leaves,
Negative Approach,
The Gories,
Patti Smith,
Vladislav Delay,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.