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 Switzerland and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Talk Talk to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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?
Pylon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Steve Hackett,
Motorama,
Danielle Patucci,
Tropical Tobacco,
Goldenarms,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Aswad,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Divine Comedy,
Unwound,
Scientists,
The J.B.'s,
Jimmy McGriff,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Warren Ellis,
These Immortal Souls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Junior Murvin,
Underground Resistance,
Barbara Tucker,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Simply Red,
B.T. Express,
Letta Mbulu,
Boogie Down Productions,
Peter and Kerry,
Tommy Roe,
Soft Machine,
The Dave Clark Five,
Roxette,
Cameo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Colin Newman,
Lalann,
Rotary Connection,
Archie Shepp,
Bobby Sherman,
Barry Ungar,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Black Dice,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scott Walker,
The Monks,
Country Teasers,
Slave,
Crime,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Happenings,
The Moleskins,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Stooges,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lungfish,
EPMD,
Sunsets and Hearts,
H. Thieme,
Warsaw,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.