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 Togo and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Toronto.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Skaos to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron 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 linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rufus Thomas,
The Saints,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Magazine,
Black Pus,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Associates,
Section 25,
Main Source,
Charles Mingus,
KRS-One,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Neon Judgement,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ornette Coleman,
Prince Buster,
Boz Scaggs,
Black Sheep,
UT,
Donny Hathaway,
Carl Craig,
Man Eating Sloth,
Public Image Ltd.,
Schoolly D,
Aaron Thompson,
Lightning Bolt,
Juan Atkins,
Livin' Joy,
Monks,
Delta 5,
Bobby Byrd,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Star Department,
Bobby Womack,
The Victims,
Excepter,
Accadde A,
Eric Copeland,
Basic Channel,
Rakim,
The Angels of Light,
Jimmy McGriff,
Spoonie Gee,
Boredoms,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fluxion,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scratch Acid,
Lakeside,
Harmonia,
Lalo Schifrin,
The United States of America,
Icehouse,
K-Klass,
Agent Orange,
Das Ding,
Black Bananas,
Jeff Mills,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Moby Grape,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.