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 Sierra Leone and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Mojo Men to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 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?
Bang On A Can,
Pulsallama,
Lou Christie,
David Bowie,
Clear Light,
MDC,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bootsy Collins,
Rapeman,
Rekid,
Agitation Free,
Joe Smooth,
These Immortal Souls,
Black Moon,
Barry Ungar,
The Selecter,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
JFA,
Monolake,
Procol Harum,
Gang of Four,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Idris Muhammad,
The Pop Group,
The United States of America,
Gong,
Loose Ends,
Albert Ayler,
Robert Wyatt,
The American Breed,
Susan Cadogan,
Sonny Sharrock,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Golliwogs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mary Jane Girls,
Graham Central Station,
Surgeon,
Brothers Johnson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Monks,
Main Source,
Pylon,
Bush Tetras,
Kerri Chandler,
Mantronix,
Joy Division,
In Retrospect,
48th St. Collective,
Outsiders,
Average White Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Camouflage,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eurythmics,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sällskapet,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Funky Four + One,
Crooked Eye,
Marshall Jefferson,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.