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 Samoa and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer 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 Wings to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Clear Light,
Suicide,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Cowsills,
Siglo XX,
the Swans,
The Grass Roots,
Y Pants,
The Leaves,
Quadrant,
Television,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Blake Baxter,
Robert Hood,
The Alarm Clocks,
Junior Murvin,
The Litter,
Crime,
Grandmaster Flash,
Juan Atkins,
The Moody Blues,
The Remains,
MDC,
Duran Duran,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joy Division,
Ken Boothe,
Kenny Larkin,
The Fortunes,
Laurel Aitken,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Names,
Subhumans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Grauzone,
Funkadelic,
Andrew Hill,
Accadde A,
Connie Case,
The Fugs,
Moby Grape,
Amazonics,
Circle Jerks,
Howard Jones,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cheater Slicks,
Radio Birdman,
Sonic Youth,
Radiohead,
Joyce Sims,
Model 500,
Soft Machine,
Talk Talk,
Can,
Bauhaus,
The Stooges,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.