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 Madagascar and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Simply Red to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Scan 7,
The Misunderstood,
Janne Schatter,
Buzzcocks,
Trumans Water,
E-Dancer,
Unrelated Segments,
Black Flag,
Eve St. Jones,
Electric Prunes,
Mission of Burma,
Harpers Bizarre,
Goldenarms,
Vladislav Delay,
Pere Ubu,
AZ,
The United States of America,
Stereo Dub,
Masters at Work,
Black Sheep,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dark Day,
Crime,
Arthur Verocai,
the Sonics,
Prince Buster,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Minny Pops,
The Invisible,
Wolf Eyes,
Michelle Simonal,
Japan,
Echospace,
Andrew Hill,
Tim Buckley,
Camouflage,
Little Man,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Brass Construction,
Chrome,
The Pop Group,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Basic Channel,
Kas Product,
Monks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wasted Youth,
Mad Mike,
Bronski Beat,
Grey Daturas,
Marmalade,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Stetsasonic,
Spandau Ballet,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lalo Schifrin,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.