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 Eritrea and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron 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 Fela Kuti to the rock 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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a marimba 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Negative Approach,
La Düsseldorf,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Stereo Dub,
Lindisfarne,
Throbbing Gristle,
Harry Pussy,
Shuggie Otis,
Eden Ahbez,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lower 48,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
cv313,
The Dirtbombs,
Idris Muhammad,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
R.M.O.,
Danielle Patucci,
The Black Dice,
Vainqueur,
The Index,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bobby Womack,
The Velvet Underground,
The Names,
Ronnie Foster,
Mary Jane Girls,
Essential Logic,
The Star Department,
Todd Rundgren,
ABC,
Soul Sonic Force,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lou Reed,
Kool Moe Dee,
Radio Birdman,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Crispian St. Peters,
Letta Mbulu,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Agitation Free,
Malaria!,
John Lydon,
Depeche Mode,
The Detroit Cobras,
Siglo XX,
Jeff Mills,
Pantytec,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joyce Sims,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Soft Machine,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lebanon Hanover,
Minny Pops,
Amon Düül,
Curtis Mayfield,
Maurizio,
Royal Trux,
Mad Mike,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.