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 Guinea and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the güiro 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 Eden Ahbez to the rock 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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scan 7,
Drive Like Jehu,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Associates,
Slave,
F. McDonald,
Crispian St. Peters,
Newcleus,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
June Days,
Jandek,
The Birthday Party,
Fela Kuti,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Country Teasers,
Boogie Down Productions,
World's Most,
Funky Four + One,
Pussy Galore,
The Monks,
Magazine,
Mark Hollis,
Average White Band,
Nico,
X-101,
Barrington Levy,
Fugazi,
Sun City Girls,
Scratch Acid,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
D'Angelo,
Thee Headcoats,
Brass Construction,
Cameo,
Scrapy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Subhumans,
Anthony Braxton,
Inner City,
Gang Starr,
Radio Birdman,
Tim Buckley,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Normal,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tomorrow,
R.M.O.,
10cc,
The Golliwogs,
Alphaville,
The Seeds,
Eric B and Rakim,
Zero Boys,
Maurizio,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Technova,
Ornette Coleman,
Yellowson,
Letta Mbulu,
New Age Steppers,
The Names,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.