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 Afghanistan and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Spokane.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare 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 Crispian St. Peters to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Slackers. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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 Buckinghams,
It's A Beautiful Day,
F. McDonald,
Flash Fearless,
Barrington Levy,
Cal Tjader,
Ossler,
Animal Collective,
Sight & Sound,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Steve Hackett,
The Techniques,
Urselle,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dennis Brown,
Absolute Body Control,
R.M.O.,
Marcia Griffiths,
Brass Construction,
Pylon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Young Rascals,
Pole,
Model 500,
Minny Pops,
Metal Thangz,
Monolake,
Camouflage,
Amazonics,
Harpers Bizarre,
Negative Approach,
The Offenders,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lalann,
Symarip,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Von Mondo,
Darondo,
The Pretty Things,
Rapeman,
The Zeros,
Morten Harket,
K-Klass,
Thompson Twins,
Flamin' Groovies,
Smog,
Mars,
ABC,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ken Boothe,
The Red Krayola,
Make Up,
EPMD,
Man Eating Sloth,
Wasted Youth,
Unrelated Segments,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bobby Byrd,
Aloha Tigers,
Adolescents,
Tomorrow,
Kenny Larkin,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.