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 Andorra and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Gastr Del Sol to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord 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 harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Donny Hathaway,
David Axelrod,
Marmalade,
Bizarre Inc.,
Josef K,
New York Dolls,
Idris Muhammad,
The Vogues,
Dead Boys,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wings,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ponytail,
Crooked Eye,
Laurel Aitken,
The Monks,
A Certain Ratio,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pantytec,
the Normal,
Jeff Lynne,
Matthew Halsall,
Deakin,
Buzzcocks,
The Fuzztones,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Mojo Men,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Crispy Ambulance,
Youth Brigade,
The Durutti Column,
Sight & Sound,
Eden Ahbez,
Alton Ellis,
Angry Samoans,
Brothers Johnson,
Black Pus,
Fad Gadget,
The Blackbyrds,
Mantronix,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Faraquet,
10cc,
The Fall,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Martian,
Aloha Tigers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Amon Düül,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Groovy Waters,
Whodini,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lakeside,
Yazoo,
Fugazi,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Alarm Clocks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.