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 Nauru and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tokyo.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. 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 sitar 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 chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Anthony Braxton,
The J.B.'s,
AZ,
Hasil Adkins,
the Association,
Yellowson,
Warsaw,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sandy B,
Rod Modell,
Freddie Wadling,
Brick,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Agent Orange,
the Swans,
The Victims,
Matthew Bourne,
Nico,
The Moleskins,
Charles Mingus,
Sonny Sharrock,
Althea and Donna,
Boredoms,
Bootsy Collins,
Rotary Connection,
Subhumans,
Easy Going,
Max Romeo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Infiniti,
Tropical Tobacco,
Silicon Teens,
Circle Jerks,
The Dead C,
10cc,
a-ha,
The Neon Judgement,
Smog,
The Count Five,
Throbbing Gristle,
Man Eating Sloth,
Brand Nubian,
Porter Ricks,
The Durutti Column,
David Axelrod,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rufus Thomas,
Lightning Bolt,
Archie Shepp,
the Soft Cell,
Unwound,
Can,
Erykah Badu,
Pere Ubu,
Suicide,
Oblivians,
Cabaret Voltaire,
X-101,
John Lydon,
Groovy Waters,
R.M.O.,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.