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 United States and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Index to the grunge 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet 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 spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kerrie Biddell,
Barclay James Harvest,
Crispy Ambulance,
Soul II Soul,
Fad Gadget,
Bronski Beat,
the Association,
Talk Talk,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Iggy Pop,
The Knickerbockers,
The Fortunes,
The Monks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Danielle Patucci,
Alton Ellis,
Easy Going,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Q and Not U,
Gabor Szabo,
Whodini,
The Fugs,
Byron Stingily,
Marc Almond,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mandrill,
Goldenarms,
Q65,
Severed Heads,
Rapeman,
Hot Snakes,
Crooked Eye,
Brass Construction,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Funky Four + One,
Avey Tare,
Gichy Dan,
The Gap Band,
DJ Style,
Loose Ends,
Kas Product,
X-101,
Lucky Dragons,
The Kinks,
cv313,
Monks,
Andrew Hill,
Cecil Taylor,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cymande,
Roger Hodgson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Residents,
Simply Red,
Wire,
Eric Dolphy,
Mars,
Sonic Youth,
Ohio Players,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.