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 Rwanda and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Masters at Work 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and an organ 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 spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
The Seeds,
Eric Copeland,
Glambeats Corp.,
D'Angelo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pulsallama,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Fuzztones,
Sexual Harrassment,
Roger Hodgson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
8 Eyed Spy,
Monks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Stereo Dub,
Fad Gadget,
Echospace,
Youth Brigade,
Gabor Szabo,
Josef K,
Simply Red,
The Vogues,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marshall Jefferson,
Hoover,
CMW,
The Barracudas,
Gastr Del Sol,
Steve Hackett,
Erasure,
New Order,
The Golliwogs,
Cluster,
Byron Stingily,
Silicon Teens,
Gregory Isaacs,
A Certain Ratio,
Quantec,
The Blackbyrds,
Lungfish,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fela Kuti,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nico,
Glenn Branca,
Radiopuhelimet,
Qualms,
Hot Snakes,
Desert Stars,
Delta 5,
Bauhaus,
Bobby Byrd,
The Residents,
The Velvet Underground,
the Bar-Kays,
The Birthday Party,
Peter and Kerry,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.