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 Algeria and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Can to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Albert Ayler,
Moss Icon,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Mummies,
Bill Near,
Yazoo,
Scan 7,
Dennis Brown,
Scion,
The Smiths,
L. Decosne,
Intrusion,
Minnie Riperton,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Black Moon,
The J.B.'s,
Hardrive,
Nirvana,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
E-Dancer,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lower 48,
Tears for Fears,
The Alarm Clocks,
Archie Shepp,
Crispian St. Peters,
In Retrospect,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cecil Taylor,
The Gun Club,
EPMD,
Erykah Badu,
Infiniti,
Gil Scott Heron,
Urselle,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Qualms,
The United States of America,
Brand Nubian,
Scientists,
Magma,
Suicide,
Idris Muhammad,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Blackbyrds,
The Doors,
Malaria!,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Severed Heads,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Martian,
Sparks,
Drexciya,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Dirtbombs,
H. Thieme,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.