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 Andorra and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the marimba 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 Bauhaus to the electroclash 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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ 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 theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Camberwell Now,
the Swans,
Bob Dylan,
The Kinks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Avey Tare,
Laurel Aitken,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eric Copeland,
The Techniques,
Public Enemy,
Moss Icon,
D'Angelo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marine Girls,
Country Teasers,
Electric Prunes,
John Lydon,
Rakim,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gong,
The Doors,
Chrome,
Scratch Acid,
Nas,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Derrick May,
Au Pairs,
Pylon,
Make Up,
Can,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Malaria!,
The Fortunes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Aaron Thompson,
The Moleskins,
Sparks,
Lower 48,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kool Moe Dee,
Black Sheep,
Amon Düül II,
Joe Smooth,
Glenn Branca,
Dead Boys,
Anthony Braxton,
Pagans,
Pantytec,
The Moody Blues,
Goldenarms,
Accadde A,
Rosa Yemen,
Stiv Bators,
Franke,
Black Flag,
Boogie Down Productions,
Drexciya,
Blancmange,
Tropical Tobacco,
Blossom Toes,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.