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 Tajikistan and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Mantronix to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar 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 harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Archie Shepp,
Schoolly D,
kango's stein massive,
Matthew Halsall,
Bad Manners,
Tears for Fears,
The Music Machine,
Rotary Connection,
Fluxion,
Stetsasonic,
Terrestrial Tones,
Skaos,
Oblivians,
Pet Shop Boys,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Procol Harum,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Yazoo,
Carl Craig,
Eli Mardock,
Dave Gahan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Josef K,
Scott Walker,
Blossom Toes,
Saccharine Trust,
The Gun Club,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Normal,
The Gladiators,
Rod Modell,
Donald Byrd,
Juan Atkins,
The Techniques,
the Soft Cell,
The Smiths,
Average White Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Yaz,
Warren Ellis,
The Index,
Newcleus,
Faust,
June of 44,
The J.B.'s,
Joy Division,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Matthew Bourne,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nico,
Grey Daturas,
Fugazi,
The Skatalites,
Jacob Miller,
Von Mondo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Skriet,
Arab on Radar,
Radiohead,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.