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 El Salvador and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Jandek to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba 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 arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Judy Mowatt,
the Soft Cell,
Adolescents,
Cabaret Voltaire,
CMW,
Harry Pussy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Guru Guru,
Liliput,
Nico,
kango's stein massive,
Graham Central Station,
The Count Five,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Junior Murvin,
Althea and Donna,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Leonard Cohen,
Scratch Acid,
Bill Wells,
Wolf Eyes,
Rites of Spring,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nils Olav,
Yusef Lateef,
The Monks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dead Boys,
Goldenarms,
Nas,
Chrome,
Tres Demented,
Terry Callier,
Talk Talk,
Jacob Miller,
Easy Going,
Cymande,
Wally Richardson,
Grauzone,
Robert Wyatt,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Whodini,
Porter Ricks,
Tim Buckley,
Warsaw,
The Human League,
Desert Stars,
Shoche,
Youth Brigade,
Scientists,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ken Boothe,
The Doors,
Skarface,
the Bar-Kays,
Dawn Penn,
Depeche Mode,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Susan Cadogan,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.