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 Malawi and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the rhodes 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 A Certain Ratio to the dance 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord 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 marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
The Fire Engines,
The Flesh Eaters,
FM Einheit,
Talk Talk,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Boz Scaggs,
The Gladiators,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cymande,
Desert Stars,
Albert Ayler,
Organ,
The Victims,
Yaz,
The Offenders,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tim Buckley,
Panda Bear,
Isaac Hayes,
Sight & Sound,
Pierre Henry,
Ronnie Foster,
Half Japanese,
Sex Pistols,
The Cowsills,
Sonic Youth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Technova,
Gabor Szabo,
Can,
Eyeless In Gaza,
B.T. Express,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Barrington Levy,
Khruangbin,
Unwound,
Circle Jerks,
Jerry's Kids,
World's Most,
The Black Dice,
Malaria!,
Dead Boys,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Normal,
Eden Ahbez,
The Tremeloes,
Subhumans,
Scrapy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ralphi Rosario,
Boogie Down Productions,
Hardrive,
Porter Ricks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Neon Judgement,
JFA,
Andrew Hill,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.