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 Dominican Republic and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Divine Comedy to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum 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 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scrapy,
Cluster,
Newcleus,
Warren Ellis,
New Age Steppers,
Mandrill,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Quadrant,
The Tremeloes,
Marc Almond,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eli Mardock,
JFA,
Outsiders,
John Coltrane,
Joey Negro,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Half Japanese,
Lou Christie,
U.S. Maple,
The Sound,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Audionom,
June Days,
Lalann,
Laurel Aitken,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
CMW,
Dawn Penn,
Kenny Larkin,
Gerry Rafferty,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Soft Machine,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Mojo Men,
The Gladiators,
OOIOO,
Make Up,
Morten Harket,
Robert Görl,
Delon & Dalcan,
Khruangbin,
Black Bananas,
Franke,
Black Pus,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Dave Clark Five,
Slave,
Gang Starr,
Theoretical Girls,
Bill Near,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Zeros,
Aloha Tigers,
Mad Mike,
Public Enemy,
AZ,
Harpers Bizarre,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.