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 Czech Republic and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ 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 Kurtis Blow to the grunge 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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Amazonics,
Drive Like Jehu,
Camouflage,
Deakin,
The Durutti Column,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Names,
Radiohead,
Kool Moe Dee,
Black Bananas,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mantronix,
Mars,
Bang On A Can,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Arcadia,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Searchers,
Mandrill,
Kayak,
Spandau Ballet,
Dark Day,
Erasure,
Gang of Four,
John Holt,
Mo-Dettes,
Godley & Creme,
Altered Images,
The Seeds,
Lou Reed,
Pylon,
Archie Shepp,
Model 500,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jerry's Kids,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Moody Blues,
Vainqueur,
AZ,
Ossler,
Joey Negro,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
This Heat,
Excepter,
Wolf Eyes,
Howard Jones,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ultra Naté,
Soul II Soul,
Desert Stars,
Sight & Sound,
Black Flag,
Mad Mike,
Lower 48,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
48th St. Collective,
Ronnie Foster,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.