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 Taiwan and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Milan.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Marc Almond to the disco 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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Banda Bassotti,
Max Romeo,
Maleditus Sound,
Charles Mingus,
The Knickerbockers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Peter & Gordon,
Talk Talk,
Man Parrish,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Swell Maps,
Y Pants,
EPMD,
Dead Boys,
Electric Prunes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pagans,
Mr. Review,
FM Einheit,
Don Cherry,
Minutemen,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rapeman,
Rhythm & Sound,
Warsaw,
Zero Boys,
Yusef Lateef,
Motorama,
Sparks,
Lucky Dragons,
Moby Grape,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Davy DMX,
Altered Images,
Japan,
Schoolly D,
DJ Style,
UT,
The Electric Prunes,
Smog,
Danielle Patucci,
Skriet,
Tubeway Army,
Ice-T,
Ultra Naté,
The Music Machine,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scratch Acid,
Aswad,
One Last Wish,
Agent Orange,
Gang Gang Dance,
Neil Young,
Livin' Joy,
kango's stein massive,
Public Image Ltd.,
B.T. Express,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Idris Muhammad,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.