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 Maldives and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Milan.
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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a güiro 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 sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
The Smiths,
Archie Shepp,
Kurtis Blow,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bang On A Can,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Normal,
A Flock of Seagulls,
X-102,
Moss Icon,
Ronan,
Albert Ayler,
Alice Coltrane,
Bush Tetras,
Boz Scaggs,
Neil Young,
Whodini,
Siglo XX,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Talk Talk,
Bill Near,
The Evens,
The Doobie Brothers,
These Immortal Souls,
The Toasters,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marmalade,
cv313,
Junior Murvin,
The Index,
The Dave Clark Five,
Erykah Badu,
Lungfish,
Max Romeo,
Heaven 17,
Ten City,
Camberwell Now,
The Last Poets,
Vladislav Delay,
Scrapy,
Carl Craig,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Loose Ends,
the Soft Cell,
Brand Nubian,
Wire,
F. McDonald,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
June of 44,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Black Moon,
Rapeman,
Arcadia,
Suburban Knight,
Rotary Connection,
Cameo,
Mandrill,
T. Rex,
Subhumans,
The Walker Brothers,
Terry Callier,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.