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 Somalia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ 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 UT to the grime 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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 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 oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Von Mondo,
Nation of Ulysses,
X-102,
Crime,
Infiniti,
Sister Nancy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Easy Going,
Crispian St. Peters,
Underground Resistance,
ABBA,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Five Americans,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sun City Girls,
Trumans Water,
The Divine Comedy,
48th St. Collective,
Boz Scaggs,
Intrusion,
Charles Mingus,
The Stooges,
Amon Düül,
Byron Stingily,
Brass Construction,
Whodini,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Soft Cell,
The Blues Magoos,
Gong,
The Buckinghams,
Yusef Lateef,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Residents,
Fatback Band,
Gang of Four,
Scientists,
Camouflage,
Chris & Cosey,
The Mummies,
Ituana,
Arthur Verocai,
Deadbeat,
Thompson Twins,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
John Foxx,
The Velvet Underground,
Blancmange,
The Fugs,
The Beau Brummels,
Todd Terry,
Banda Bassotti,
Swans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wolf Eyes,
Piero Umiliani,
The Vogues,
The Wake,
Minor Threat,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.