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 Armenia and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Funky Four + One to the dance 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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a guitar 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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 Sound,
Kas Product,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Guru Guru,
Tres Demented,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
John Holt,
The Mummies,
Severed Heads,
Gang Green,
Graham Central Station,
Crispian St. Peters,
Suicide,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mark Hollis,
Ultra Naté,
Niagra,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sandy B,
Aloha Tigers,
Con Funk Shun,
The Slits,
Stetsasonic,
Jeru the Damaja,
Leonard Cohen,
Outsiders,
The Star Department,
Magma,
Unwound,
The Cramps,
John Cale,
Jawbox,
Bob Dylan,
Joe Finger,
Kerrie Biddell,
Slave,
Arthur Verocai,
Panda Bear,
Bauhaus,
Dennis Brown,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wire,
Grandmaster Flash,
Reuben Wilson,
The Skatalites,
Eurythmics,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Blackbyrds,
The Seeds,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gastr Del Sol,
Aural Exciters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Roger Hodgson,
Fluxion,
Fat Boys,
Japan,
Organ,
Kurtis Blow,
Duran Duran,
Cluster,
Second Layer,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.