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 Yemen and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Music Machine to the rap 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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Simply Red,
Bob Dylan,
Neil Young,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ultimate Spinach,
cv313,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wally Richardson,
Kenny Larkin,
Accadde A,
The Beau Brummels,
Rakim,
The Fugs,
Shuggie Otis,
Bizarre Inc.,
DJ Style,
Flipper,
The Velvet Underground,
Johnny Clarke,
Trumans Water,
Metal Thangz,
Fort Wilson Riot,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sun City Girls,
Matthew Halsall,
Black Flag,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Electric Prunes,
Second Layer,
Y Pants,
Severed Heads,
Qualms,
Parry Music,
Dead Boys,
Suicide,
the Slits,
Black Sheep,
Danielle Patucci,
The Litter,
The Smiths,
The Evens,
Godley & Creme,
Cheater Slicks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scan 7,
Gang of Four,
Funky Four + One,
The Busters,
Lightning Bolt,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
China Crisis,
the Association,
The Invisible,
The Barracudas,
Slave,
Amazonics,
Circle Jerks,
CMW,
Monolake,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.