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 Mali and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Standells to the crunk 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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar 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 oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Agitation Free,
The Blackbyrds,
Grey Daturas,
The Human League,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ultra Naté,
The Gap Band,
Lakeside,
Drexciya,
Joey Negro,
Soul II Soul,
Cluster,
The Knickerbockers,
Mandrill,
Oblivians,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scan 7,
The Index,
Skriet,
Danielle Patucci,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Man Parrish,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Flesh Eaters,
Newcleus,
New York Dolls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Masters at Work,
The New Christs,
The Divine Comedy,
Maurizio,
One Last Wish,
Alice Coltrane,
Section 25,
Eric Copeland,
Clear Light,
Nirvana,
Jimmy McGriff,
kango's stein massive,
Warren Ellis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
David McCallum,
The Mummies,
Urselle,
Sex Pistols,
Peter & Gordon,
Mad Mike,
Judy Mowatt,
Model 500,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Neon Judgement,
Goldenarms,
Rakim,
Rekid,
Sly & The Family Stone,
MC5,
Toni Rubio,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.