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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer 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 mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Eli Mardock,
Robert Görl,
The Cramps,
Mantronix,
T. Rex,
Slick Rick,
Chrome,
Surgeon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sex Pistols,
Magazine,
Lyres,
Hardrive,
Pere Ubu,
Second Layer,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Letta Mbulu,
Y Pants,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Black Bananas,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Robert Wyatt,
The Vogues,
Gang Green,
Malaria!,
David Axelrod,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Barrington Levy,
Mission of Burma,
Ronnie Foster,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Faust,
The Monochrome Set,
L. Decosne,
China Crisis,
Buzzcocks,
Altered Images,
The Fire Engines,
Drexciya,
Unwound,
Fugazi,
Spandau Ballet,
Throbbing Gristle,
Stiv Bators,
The Martian,
Blossom Toes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Germs,
UT,
Bronski Beat,
Radio Birdman,
Marvin Gaye,
Electric Prunes,
The Count Five,
Technova,
Bob Dylan,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.