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 Nigeria and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lungfish to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ 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 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Barbara Tucker,
Gichy Dan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
John Holt,
Todd Rundgren,
The Dave Clark Five,
Interpol,
Dead Boys,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
L. Decosne,
Porter Ricks,
Swans,
Inner City,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jacques Brel,
The United States of America,
Janne Schatter,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Anthony Braxton,
Stockholm Monsters,
Section 25,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Thee Headcoats,
Steve Hackett,
Gang Green,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
JFA,
Lucky Dragons,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
James White and The Blacks,
Gang Starr,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Smiths,
Anakelly,
Cybotron,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dave Gahan,
The Durutti Column,
the Sonics,
Tomorrow,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fatback Band,
Altered Images,
the Slits,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Circle Jerks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Public Enemy,
The Young Rascals,
Siglo XX,
Warsaw,
Prince Buster,
The New Christs,
Sun City Girls,
Jawbox,
The Busters,
D'Angelo,
Angry Samoans,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.