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 Germany and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron 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 rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Scan 7,
Mo-Dettes,
The Blues Magoos,
Quadrant,
Ice-T,
Carl Craig,
Babytalk,
kango's stein massive,
CMW,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Animal Collective,
Make Up,
Malaria!,
James White and The Blacks,
Todd Rundgren,
New Age Steppers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Motions,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Visage,
Talk Talk,
Bill Near,
Slave,
Neu!,
Slick Rick,
LL Cool J,
Hashim,
The Divine Comedy,
Donny Hathaway,
Frankie Knuckles,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Real Kids,
Connie Case,
The Saints,
Nico,
Yusef Lateef,
Desert Stars,
Tim Buckley,
Gang Gang Dance,
Flash Fearless,
Oblivians,
Arthur Verocai,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Country Joe & The Fish,
X-101,
The Misunderstood,
Black Pus,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tres Demented,
Jacob Miller,
48th St. Collective,
The Remains,
Brothers Johnson,
Subhumans,
The Standells,
Howard Jones,
Accadde A,
The Victims,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.