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 Micronesia and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Excepter to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a chamberlin 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 güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Rhythm & Sound,
B.T. Express,
Average White Band,
Dark Day,
Bootsy Collins,
Joyce Sims,
DJ Style,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bobby Sherman,
The Fugs,
Slave,
Ralphi Rosario,
X-102,
Tommy Roe,
Warren Ellis,
Anthony Braxton,
Tomorrow,
Rosa Yemen,
The Raincoats,
FM Einheit,
Tears for Fears,
Cybotron,
Avey Tare,
Procol Harum,
Theoretical Girls,
Bang On A Can,
Trumans Water,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Angels of Light,
Symarip,
Todd Rundgren,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fad Gadget,
Silicon Teens,
Jeff Mills,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Offenders,
Bobby Byrd,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Coltrane,
48th St. Collective,
Organ,
The Busters,
The American Breed,
Lou Christie,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Sonics,
Peter & Gordon,
Lindisfarne,
Intrusion,
Matthew Halsall,
Pagans,
The Star Department,
The Fuzztones,
Minny Pops,
Aaron Thompson,
The Residents,
Ten City,
Circle Jerks,
Little Man,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.