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 Egypt 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Sonic Youth to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer 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 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joensuu 1685,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ossler,
Nico,
Toni Rubio,
The Fortunes,
The Tremeloes,
Ponytail,
Janne Schatter,
Japan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wally Richardson,
Newcleus,
The J.B.'s,
Section 25,
Deepchord,
Sam Rivers,
Zero Boys,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Iggy Pop,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Graham Central Station,
James White and The Blacks,
Accadde A,
Pierre Henry,
The Selecter,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Offenders,
Gregory Isaacs,
Arcadia,
The Dirtbombs,
Magma,
A Certain Ratio,
Aloha Tigers,
Black Bananas,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Todd Terry,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Skaos,
Lungfish,
Pharoah Sanders,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
CMW,
The Velvet Underground,
Andrew Hill,
MC5,
Hashim,
The Searchers,
June Days,
Pussy Galore,
The New Christs,
Tropical Tobacco,
UT,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Moody Blues,
Roxette,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Victims,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.