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 Iceland and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Doors to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin 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 marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
New York Dolls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Evens,
Boz Scaggs,
the Slits,
Crash Course in Science,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Dirtbombs,
Patti Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sixth Finger,
Lightning Bolt,
The Invisible,
Television Personalities,
Accadde A,
Ohio Players,
kango's stein massive,
Minutemen,
Bootsy Collins,
X-102,
The Doors,
MDC,
Dark Day,
Jawbox,
Anthony Braxton,
Kenny Larkin,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Interpol,
Lakeside,
the Human League,
Oneida,
Bluetip,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kerri Chandler,
Audionom,
Fugazi,
Sound Behaviour,
Letta Mbulu,
Silicon Teens,
Cybotron,
Duran Duran,
Essential Logic,
Lou Christie,
Jeru the Damaja,
Urselle,
Outsiders,
Ituana,
Delon & Dalcan,
Soul II Soul,
Magazine,
Cabaret Voltaire,
T.S.O.L.,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Bar-Kays,
Rites of Spring,
The Gories,
The Grass Roots,
Moss Icon,
The Happenings,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.