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 Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 Sao Paulo and Cairo.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Shoche to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare 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 clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Angry Samoans,
Slick Rick,
This Heat,
Davy DMX,
The Invisible,
Delta 5,
The Smoke,
Byron Stingily,
Brick,
Au Pairs,
Mars,
Procol Harum,
Skriet,
Organ,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Knickerbockers,
Von Mondo,
Drexciya,
Lucky Dragons,
The Leaves,
Jandek,
Underground Resistance,
Youth Brigade,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nico,
Maleditus Sound,
Oblivians,
Letta Mbulu,
Cecil Taylor,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Angels of Light,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mary Jane Girls,
The United States of America,
Zapp,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sixth Finger,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dead Boys,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gang Gang Dance,
Roy Ayers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Judy Mowatt,
Aaron Thompson,
June Days,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sun Ra,
Sonic Youth,
Groovy Waters,
Porter Ricks,
Sugar Minott,
The Victims,
Gabor Szabo,
Ossler,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nirvana,
Chris & Cosey,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.