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 Zambia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Robert Wyatt to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro 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?
New Age Steppers,
the Bar-Kays,
Michelle Simonal,
Sonic Youth,
The Star Department,
Skarface,
Morten Harket,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Black Moon,
Vainqueur,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ludus,
Loose Ends,
The Trojans,
Unwound,
Spoonie Gee,
Livin' Joy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Erykah Badu,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Roxette,
Glenn Branca,
Zero Boys,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Motorama,
Negative Approach,
June Days,
Minutemen,
Prince Buster,
Ronnie Foster,
Danielle Patucci,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Graham Central Station,
the Fania All-Stars,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bad Manners,
MC5,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lucky Dragons,
The Music Machine,
Lou Reed,
Buzzcocks,
Basic Channel,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Zapp,
Country Teasers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Albert Ayler,
Surgeon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Arab on Radar,
Crash Course in Science,
Crime,
The Leaves,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ohio Players,
Rod Modell,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Steve Hackett,
X-101,
The Happenings,
EPMD,
Bob Dylan,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.