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 Jordan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Eurythmics to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron 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 rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
FM Einheit,
Barry Ungar,
Nico,
Judy Mowatt,
Gang Green,
Nik Kershaw,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lyres,
Iggy Pop,
Marvin Gaye,
X-Ray Spex,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Main Source,
Donny Hathaway,
EPMD,
The Moleskins,
The American Breed,
The Durutti Column,
Sight & Sound,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tommy Roe,
Yazoo,
Reagan Youth,
Bang On A Can,
Ornette Coleman,
the Association,
Camouflage,
Scan 7,
Minor Threat,
Y Pants,
Lightning Bolt,
Desert Stars,
Pet Shop Boys,
Index,
Oblivians,
Unwound,
Swans,
Sun Ra,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Fall,
Sandy B,
Sonic Youth,
Lou Christie,
F. McDonald,
Avey Tare,
Oneida,
The Martian,
Circle Jerks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Warsaw,
Mission of Burma,
Zapp,
Amon Düül II,
The Motions,
Pagans,
Cluster,
Stereo Dub,
Alison Limerick,
Gang Starr,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Suicide,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.