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 Denmark and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Barry Ungar to the disco 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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin 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 chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Association,
Unrelated Segments,
Swell Maps,
Suicide,
Moss Icon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Arcadia,
James White and The Blacks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
China Crisis,
Cheater Slicks,
Idris Muhammad,
Dave Gahan,
Derrick Morgan,
Visage,
Bad Manners,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cameo,
Johnny Clarke,
Newcleus,
Can,
A Certain Ratio,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ornette Coleman,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tom Boy,
The Blues Magoos,
Crash Course in Science,
ABBA,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Morten Harket,
Henry Cow,
Colin Newman,
Oneida,
Chrome,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Skaos,
Gang Green,
Stetsasonic,
X-Ray Spex,
Ludus,
Barry Ungar,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Excepter,
Alison Limerick,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Last Poets,
cv313,
Q65,
Carl Craig,
Lucky Dragons,
Ultravox,
Fat Boys,
The Real Kids,
Inner City,
Funky Four + One,
Yusef Lateef,
Howard Jones,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.