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 Tanzania and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Davy DMX to the disco 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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar 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 chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
The Stooges,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Black Sheep,
Scientists,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
FM Einheit,
Ossler,
Ultra Naté,
Interpol,
Massinfluence,
The Sound,
Inner City,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kenny Larkin,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bobby Sherman,
Television Personalities,
Panda Bear,
Urselle,
The Real Kids,
Soft Machine,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tears for Fears,
Ronnie Foster,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bad Manners,
Suburban Knight,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Buckinghams,
The Electric Prunes,
Vainqueur,
David Bowie,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Josef K,
Man Parrish,
Au Pairs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Brass Construction,
Harmonia,
Alice Coltrane,
The Walker Brothers,
Agent Orange,
Bauhaus,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Arcadia,
The Black Dice,
Mars,
Idris Muhammad,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bill Near,
Qualms,
Albert Ayler,
the Human League,
ABC,
Deakin,
Severed Heads,
the Swans,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.