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 Gabon and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 Mumbai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Toasters to the rock 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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Rod Modell,
Motorama,
These Immortal Souls,
Young Marble Giants,
The Durutti Column,
The Flesh Eaters,
R.M.O.,
Bootsy Collins,
Icehouse,
John Coltrane,
Quantec,
Andrew Hill,
Jerry's Kids,
T.S.O.L.,
Yaz,
Bush Tetras,
The Move,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Todd Terry,
Funkadelic,
Crash Course in Science,
Electric Prunes,
Dawn Penn,
Ten City,
Fear,
Make Up,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Darondo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ralphi Rosario,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Foxx,
Harry Pussy,
Agitation Free,
Laurel Aitken,
Livin' Joy,
Hot Snakes,
E-Dancer,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Camouflage,
Boogie Down Productions,
Albert Ayler,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Panda Bear,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ronnie Foster,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Warren Ellis,
The Last Poets,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Associates,
Whodini,
Von Mondo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.