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 South Sudan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Sam Rivers to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator 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 harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
The Residents,
Marvin Gaye,
PIL,
Todd Rundgren,
Moebius,
Tommy Roe,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Big Daddy Kane,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joyce Sims,
Sun City Girls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Loose Ends,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Arthur Verocai,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Cure,
X-Ray Spex,
Neil Young,
48th St. Collective,
Shuggie Otis,
Josef K,
Pussy Galore,
Roxy Music,
Jawbox,
Trumans Water,
Mary Jane Girls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bill Wells,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Hashim,
The Moody Blues,
The Red Krayola,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Swans,
10cc,
Kevin Saunderson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Arcadia,
The Flesh Eaters,
Shoche,
Barbara Tucker,
Technova,
the Slits,
Public Enemy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Unrelated Segments,
Grauzone,
Pagans,
Intrusion,
Monolake,
The Kinks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Main Source,
Royal Trux,
Popol Vuh,
Jeru the Damaja,
Slick Rick,
Throbbing Gristle,
Moss Icon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.