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 Czech Republic and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Skriet to the crunk 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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin 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 organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Rufus Thomas,
Lakeside,
Country Teasers,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Smiths,
The Wake,
Young Marble Giants,
The Walker Brothers,
Judy Mowatt,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Aural Exciters,
Reagan Youth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Clear Light,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mantronix,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pharoah Sanders,
8 Eyed Spy,
Darondo,
Depeche Mode,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
kango's stein massive,
Spandau Ballet,
Scratch Acid,
Marvin Gaye,
The Birthday Party,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Grey Daturas,
Grauzone,
Outsiders,
Jeru the Damaja,
Shuggie Otis,
Popol Vuh,
Fela Kuti,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Byron Stingily,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Circle Jerks,
June of 44,
The Beau Brummels,
Gang of Four,
Bobby Byrd,
Section 25,
The Moleskins,
Quando Quango,
Mark Hollis,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Donny Hathaway,
The Golliwogs,
Andrew Hill,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Qualms,
the Normal,
X-101,
The Five Americans,
Arab on Radar,
Junior Murvin,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.