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 Croatia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 clarinet 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 Flash Fearless to the disco 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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a theremin 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 mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Black Pus,
Motorama,
The Wake,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
D'Angelo,
The Flesh Eaters,
H. Thieme,
Flipper,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Five Americans,
The Barracudas,
Faraquet,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Birthday Party,
Man Parrish,
The Human League,
Moss Icon,
Lungfish,
Basic Channel,
The Vogues,
Index,
Jawbox,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Robert Görl,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gang of Four,
Donald Byrd,
The Divine Comedy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Roxy Music,
The Neon Judgement,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Slackers,
Minnie Riperton,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Make Up,
Grauzone,
the Germs,
Suburban Knight,
Black Bananas,
Howard Jones,
Soul Sonic Force,
Intrusion,
Oblivians,
The Fugs,
Alphaville,
the Human League,
Slick Rick,
Barrington Levy,
The Saints,
The Skatalites,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Max Romeo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lucky Dragons,
Scott Walker,
Lou Christie,
The Fortunes,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.