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 London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Stetsasonic,
Visage,
Brand Nubian,
The Residents,
Mr. Review,
Ken Boothe,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Gories,
Josef K,
Blake Baxter,
DJ Style,
Camberwell Now,
Nils Olav,
Amazonics,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Fuzztones,
Lou Reed,
Marine Girls,
The United States of America,
Nation of Ulysses,
Second Layer,
John Holt,
Khruangbin,
Fela Kuti,
Maleditus Sound,
Eddi Front,
Lightning Bolt,
Junior Murvin,
Hot Snakes,
Davy DMX,
Ultravox,
the Normal,
Fatback Band,
Thompson Twins,
Hoover,
Animal Collective,
Susan Cadogan,
Nick Fraelich,
Leonard Cohen,
Deadbeat,
Mandrill,
The Mojo Men,
Theoretical Girls,
Urselle,
Pantytec,
Joey Negro,
The Searchers,
Connie Case,
Stockholm Monsters,
Black Bananas,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Crooked Eye,
Joy Division,
The Pop Group,
Popol Vuh,
The Monks,
Cameo,
Drexciya,
The Black Dice,
Archie Shepp,
Tom Boy,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.