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 Estonia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Archie Shepp to the techno 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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Pagans,
The Smiths,
The Gun Club,
Bill Wells,
The Gladiators,
One Last Wish,
Sam Rivers,
China Crisis,
Danielle Patucci,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eden Ahbez,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Doors,
DJ Style,
Judy Mowatt,
The Knickerbockers,
John Lydon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Charles Mingus,
The Slits,
Tom Boy,
David Axelrod,
The Walker Brothers,
Aswad,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Peter & Gordon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Royal Trux,
Gang of Four,
Symarip,
Erasure,
Monks,
The Gories,
Pussy Galore,
The Black Dice,
Lyres,
Harmonia,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
10cc,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sun Ra,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Duran Duran,
The Cramps,
Nils Olav,
Pole,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
DNA,
Half Japanese,
Lucky Dragons,
Anthony Braxton,
Parry Music,
The Young Rascals,
Idris Muhammad,
Derrick Morgan,
Ohio Players,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Soft Cell,
The Angels of Light,
Bobby Sherman,
Warsaw,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.