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 Angola and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe 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 rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
8 Eyed Spy,
Saccharine Trust,
Slave,
Lou Reed,
Joe Finger,
The Birthday Party,
Joyce Sims,
T.S.O.L.,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Modern Lovers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ossler,
The Barracudas,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Minnie Riperton,
Massinfluence,
Gerry Rafferty,
OOIOO,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
La Düsseldorf,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fire Engines,
Graham Central Station,
Agent Orange,
Y Pants,
Bizarre Inc.,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Yaz,
Lakeside,
Kayak,
Marshall Jefferson,
Charles Mingus,
The Fall,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lyres,
Arcadia,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Popol Vuh,
The Angels of Light,
The Velvet Underground,
KRS-One,
D'Angelo,
Avey Tare,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Litter,
L. Decosne,
Livin' Joy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Royal Trux,
Idris Muhammad,
Albert Ayler,
Al Stewart,
DNA,
Grandmaster Flash,
Q65,
Liliput,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Busters,
The Gladiators,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.