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 Madagascar and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Reagan Youth to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Terrestrial Tones,
James White and The Blacks,
Model 500,
The Human League,
Lungfish,
The Grass Roots,
The Neon Judgement,
Guru Guru,
MC5,
Eric B and Rakim,
Danielle Patucci,
Sonic Youth,
Judy Mowatt,
Kurtis Blow,
Gastr Del Sol,
Soulsonic Force,
Pole,
Graham Central Station,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dave Gahan,
Johnny Clarke,
The Dave Clark Five,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Flipper,
Harmonia,
Arab on Radar,
Excepter,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sexual Harrassment,
Monolake,
Isaac Hayes,
Amon Düül II,
Q65,
Radiohead,
Y Pants,
Ohio Players,
Thee Headcoats,
Outsiders,
Ronnie Foster,
Deakin,
Oneida,
Trumans Water,
AZ,
Delta 5,
U.S. Maple,
Junior Murvin,
Ultravox,
The Smiths,
The American Breed,
Youth Brigade,
the Sonics,
The Happenings,
Wolf Eyes,
Amon Düül,
The Toasters,
MDC,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.