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 Rwanda and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin 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 Ice-T to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare 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 theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Eric Dolphy,
Wire,
Khruangbin,
Index,
Tomorrow,
Absolute Body Control,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Seeds,
Leonard Cohen,
Lalann,
Bobby Byrd,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fela Kuti,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Icehouse,
Bizarre Inc.,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Gap Band,
Gichy Dan,
DNA,
Quadrant,
The Toasters,
The Invisible,
Guru Guru,
Kerri Chandler,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Slits,
Make Up,
Funky Four + One,
Ken Boothe,
The Remains,
10cc,
Ultra Naté,
Animal Collective,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Searchers,
Swans,
Los Fastidios,
The Dave Clark Five,
Grauzone,
The Mojo Men,
Isaac Hayes,
The Young Rascals,
Wally Richardson,
Whodini,
Derrick May,
Kayak,
T.S.O.L.,
Supertramp,
H. Thieme,
The United States of America,
Girls At Our Best!,
Quantec,
Robert Wyatt,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Stooges,
Junior Murvin,
Glenn Branca,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.