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 Senegal and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the techno 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba 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 güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Jacob Miller,
New York Dolls,
Hardrive,
Girls At Our Best!,
Agitation Free,
The Electric Prunes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jeff Mills,
Boogie Down Productions,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Monochrome Set,
Kurtis Blow,
Brass Construction,
Black Flag,
Gichy Dan,
the Sonics,
Section 25,
Audionom,
The Golliwogs,
Amon Düül II,
Barry Ungar,
The Doobie Brothers,
Motorama,
The Gun Club,
Faust,
The Misunderstood,
ABC,
Moss Icon,
John Foxx,
Ken Boothe,
The Smoke,
Warren Ellis,
John Coltrane,
Stetsasonic,
Blake Baxter,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scientists,
T.S.O.L.,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Cowsills,
Camouflage,
Delon & Dalcan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crooked Eye,
Dawn Penn,
The New Christs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Adolescents,
Talk Talk,
Bluetip,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Aswad,
The Walker Brothers,
Liliput,
CMW,
Metal Thangz,
Echospace,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.