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 Israel and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fela Kuti 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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Alphaville,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rapeman,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Selecter,
Duran Duran,
Slick Rick,
Dennis Brown,
Barbara Tucker,
Minor Threat,
Quando Quango,
Gichy Dan,
D'Angelo,
The Blackbyrds,
Jacques Brel,
Sandy B,
Nik Kershaw,
The Index,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Monks,
June Days,
The Fugs,
Essential Logic,
Altered Images,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gabor Szabo,
Todd Terry,
Nico,
Skriet,
Ludus,
Infiniti,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Victims,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Young Rascals,
The American Breed,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rosa Yemen,
Schoolly D,
ABBA,
Visage,
Soft Cell,
Davy DMX,
Joe Finger,
Blake Baxter,
Ultra Naté,
The Doors,
Mo-Dettes,
Hardrive,
Al Stewart,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Soulsonic Force,
Icehouse,
Circle Jerks,
Monks,
Jandek,
John Holt,
Dorothy Ashby,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.