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 Angola and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the disco 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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator 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 chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Sarah Menescal,
One Last Wish,
Moby Grape,
Bobby Womack,
The Misunderstood,
KRS-One,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Television,
Eddi Front,
Agitation Free,
Gabor Szabo,
Sister Nancy,
Reagan Youth,
Kurtis Blow,
Gerry Rafferty,
FM Einheit,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ossler,
T. Rex,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Litter,
Mantronix,
MC5,
Erasure,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Alton Ellis,
Qualms,
Q and Not U,
Ronan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Trojans,
Dual Sessions,
Aural Exciters,
CMW,
Kas Product,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Popol Vuh,
Spoonie Gee,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
New Age Steppers,
Sonic Youth,
Zero Boys,
Black Pus,
Idris Muhammad,
Pantaleimon,
Crash Course in Science,
Roxette,
Swans,
Dorothy Ashby,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Last Poets,
Lee Hazlewood,
Peter & Gordon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joe Smooth,
The Cowsills,
Scan 7,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.