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 Malawi and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin 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 rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Country Teasers,
Eli Mardock,
Delta 5,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Standells,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Subhumans,
Hoover,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sällskapet,
Joyce Sims,
The Sonics,
Pole,
The Martian,
Jacob Miller,
Symarip,
The Cure,
Blancmange,
Nico,
Aaron Thompson,
Kenny Larkin,
Peter & Gordon,
Minutemen,
Monks,
Jeff Lynne,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Todd Terry,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gabor Szabo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Avey Tare,
Rotary Connection,
Dorothy Ashby,
James White and The Blacks,
The Evens,
Nation of Ulysses,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sound Behaviour,
Tears for Fears,
Oneida,
Sight & Sound,
Dual Sessions,
John Holt,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Little Man,
Skaos,
Bronski Beat,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sixth Finger,
Visage,
Thompson Twins,
Albert Ayler,
Aswad,
Theoretical Girls,
Patti Smith,
Spoonie Gee,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.