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 Paraguay and from London.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Tomorrow to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
MC5,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wolf Eyes,
L. Decosne,
Yusef Lateef,
Barry Ungar,
Main Source,
Scratch Acid,
The Moleskins,
The Cramps,
Robert Görl,
Erasure,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dead Boys,
The Doors,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Slits,
Banda Bassotti,
Parry Music,
Country Joe & The Fish,
New York Dolls,
Donald Byrd,
Visage,
T.S.O.L.,
The Fortunes,
The Mummies,
Pulsallama,
D'Angelo,
Eve St. Jones,
The Golliwogs,
Alton Ellis,
David Bowie,
The Five Americans,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Misunderstood,
Moby Grape,
Q and Not U,
Dennis Brown,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ken Boothe,
Boredoms,
Soft Machine,
Iggy Pop,
Michelle Simonal,
Jimmy McGriff,
Brand Nubian,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jandek,
Quadrant,
Scott Walker,
Eli Mardock,
Tropical Tobacco,
Shuggie Otis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marc Almond,
Eurythmics,
Lyres,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Al Stewart,
Public Enemy,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.