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 Tajikistan and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes 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 rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Ornette Coleman,
the Bar-Kays,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Suburban Knight,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sexual Harrassment,
Can,
Brand Nubian,
Niagra,
Bluetip,
Rakim,
Bang On A Can,
B.T. Express,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marc Almond,
Josef K,
The New Christs,
CMW,
Skriet,
The Star Department,
The Evens,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Associates,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Happenings,
Harmonia,
Joe Smooth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mark Hollis,
the Germs,
Ronan,
Iggy Pop,
Anthony Braxton,
Man Parrish,
Tears for Fears,
D'Angelo,
Henry Cow,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sight & Sound,
Eddi Front,
Babytalk,
Fluxion,
10cc,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Misunderstood,
Quantec,
Michelle Simonal,
MDC,
The Blackbyrds,
The Fugs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pole,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.