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 India and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro 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 Ronnie Foster to the rap 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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet 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 synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Urselle,
Average White Band,
Faraquet,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bill Wells,
Kenny Larkin,
Albert Ayler,
Dual Sessions,
Cal Tjader,
Bush Tetras,
The Smiths,
Eurythmics,
The Martian,
The Golliwogs,
The United States of America,
The Moleskins,
The Doors,
Fatback Band,
The Victims,
Chris Corsano,
the Slits,
Joe Smooth,
Das Ding,
The Buckinghams,
Rakim,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Au Pairs,
Ohio Players,
Yaz,
Hasil Adkins,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Trumans Water,
Pole,
Livin' Joy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Soft Machine,
The Count Five,
Electric Prunes,
Swans,
Sex Pistols,
Al Stewart,
Cameo,
X-102,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wasted Youth,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tommy Roe,
The Last Poets,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scientists,
The Neon Judgement,
The Slits,
Robert Görl,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Hoover,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Stooges,
Make Up,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.