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 Bahrain and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Joe Finger to the funk 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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator 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 güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Nico,
Inner City,
Mission of Burma,
Frankie Knuckles,
Panda Bear,
Pantaleimon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sugar Minott,
Nirvana,
Tommy Roe,
The Evens,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
James White and The Blacks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sight & Sound,
Moebius,
Peter & Gordon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bluetip,
The Mummies,
Gang Starr,
Jeru the Damaja,
John Cale,
John Foxx,
Cal Tjader,
Yaz,
Rosa Yemen,
Con Funk Shun,
Bob Dylan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ludus,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Groovy Waters,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kenny Larkin,
Deakin,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Music Machine,
Pagans,
Stetsasonic,
Pierre Henry,
Albert Ayler,
Kevin Saunderson,
Arthur Verocai,
Echospace,
The Neon Judgement,
Camouflage,
Donny Hathaway,
John Lydon,
Charles Mingus,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Stooges,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rotary Connection,
the Swans,
Sandy B,
Television,
The Velvet Underground,
Black Sheep,
The Last Poets,
Bobby Sherman,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.