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 Bhutan and from Lille.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Crispy Ambulance to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy 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 rhodes and a 808 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 mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Yusef Lateef,
Magma,
Grey Daturas,
Lower 48,
The Monks,
The Blues Magoos,
Zapp,
Maurizio,
DNA,
Joe Finger,
The Golliwogs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Busters,
Flash Fearless,
Joensuu 1685,
the Bar-Kays,
The Litter,
The Red Krayola,
Fela Kuti,
Faust,
Spoonie Gee,
Ken Boothe,
Gang of Four,
Hasil Adkins,
Rod Modell,
Wally Richardson,
Das Ding,
Todd Terry,
Don Cherry,
A Certain Ratio,
Dark Day,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bizarre Inc.,
Chris & Cosey,
Negative Approach,
It's A Beautiful Day,
R.M.O.,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Searchers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Minny Pops,
Underground Resistance,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Yellowson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Vladislav Delay,
The Angels of Light,
Unrelated Segments,
Aaron Thompson,
The Wake,
Marine Girls,
Deadbeat,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Hashim,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Aswad,
Adolescents,
The Associates,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.