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 Ecuador and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe 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 Zero Boys to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba 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 güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Roxy Music,
Quando Quango,
The Sound,
Malaria!,
Johnny Clarke,
Los Fastidios,
The Velvet Underground,
Avey Tare,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pierre Henry,
Junior Murvin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Isaac Hayes,
Ohio Players,
Jeff Mills,
Andrew Hill,
Jeff Lynne,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Stereo Dub,
Minutemen,
Gang Green,
Marmalade,
The Litter,
Rekid,
Dawn Penn,
Lalann,
Iggy Pop,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sugar Minott,
Schoolly D,
Crash Course in Science,
H. Thieme,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Shuggie Otis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gong,
Nas,
Wasted Youth,
8 Eyed Spy,
K-Klass,
Scott Walker,
Drive Like Jehu,
Brothers Johnson,
Shoche,
The Monks,
Joe Finger,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mark Hollis,
Crooked Eye,
Monks,
The Star Department,
Michelle Simonal,
Black Pus,
Yellowson,
Juan Atkins,
Cecil Taylor,
EPMD,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.