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 Algeria and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Roxy Music to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a spring reverb 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 organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Khruangbin,
Bobby Sherman,
Ultravox,
Deadbeat,
The Divine Comedy,
Sugar Minott,
X-101,
T.S.O.L.,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mars,
Eurythmics,
Iggy Pop,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mr. Review,
OOIOO,
Josef K,
Robert Wyatt,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pere Ubu,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pussy Galore,
Theoretical Girls,
Black Bananas,
Amon Düül II,
The Pop Group,
The Smiths,
Carl Craig,
Soul II Soul,
The Dead C,
the Association,
The Pretty Things,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Tremeloes,
Gang Starr,
Sonny Sharrock,
Smog,
Unrelated Segments,
the Human League,
Franke,
Qualms,
The Vogues,
Pharoah Sanders,
Black Pus,
Joyce Sims,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ituana,
Terry Callier,
Arab on Radar,
Crime,
This Heat,
Siglo XX,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pantytec,
Leonard Cohen,
Aural Exciters,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sam Rivers,
Second Layer,
the Normal,
The Residents,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.