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 Lesotho and from Taipei.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Zero Boys to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord 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 guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
The Techniques,
Robert Hood,
Black Sheep,
Jeff Mills,
Scion,
L. Decosne,
Ronnie Foster,
Gabor Szabo,
Peter & Gordon,
Colin Newman,
Althea and Donna,
Symarip,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
H. Thieme,
Man Parrish,
T.S.O.L.,
the Normal,
Josef K,
Zero Boys,
Carl Craig,
The Names,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Arcadia,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Echospace,
Chris Corsano,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Connie Case,
The Mojo Men,
the Germs,
Jerry's Kids,
Leonard Cohen,
Wasted Youth,
Bootsy Collins,
Pierre Henry,
Qualms,
Iggy Pop,
Deakin,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
AZ,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Fall,
Bobby Sherman,
Crash Course in Science,
Roxy Music,
The Gories,
Soul II Soul,
Masters at Work,
Isaac Hayes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eden Ahbez,
The Count Five,
Malaria!,
Dawn Penn,
The Zeros,
Amon Düül II,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.