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 Cambodia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 Bremen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Marvin Gaye to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar 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 oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Joensuu 1685,
Urselle,
Flash Fearless,
The Martian,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Five Americans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gang Starr,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Motorama,
This Heat,
Das Ding,
Amon Düül,
The Sound,
Parry Music,
Black Flag,
Eli Mardock,
The Raincoats,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gang Gang Dance,
Panda Bear,
Tim Buckley,
48th St. Collective,
Marshall Jefferson,
Peter and Kerry,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joy Division,
Shuggie Otis,
Subhumans,
Slave,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
B.T. Express,
Boredoms,
Amazonics,
Quando Quango,
Arcadia,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ornette Coleman,
Colin Newman,
L. Decosne,
DNA,
Ultra Naté,
Eric B and Rakim,
Amon Düül II,
Television Personalities,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Sonics,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Crime,
Skriet,
Siglo XX,
Delta 5,
Deepchord,
Johnny Clarke,
Saccharine Trust,
Janne Schatter,
Blancmange,
Hardrive,
Royal Trux,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.