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 Peru and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a harpsichord 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Faraquet,
Theoretical Girls,
MC5,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pantaleimon,
The Smoke,
The Sonics,
Infiniti,
Sarah Menescal,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Chris Corsano,
The Residents,
The Gun Club,
Ponytail,
Rufus Thomas,
Delta 5,
Deepchord,
Excepter,
Groovy Waters,
The Seeds,
Fad Gadget,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Leaves,
Oneida,
The Neon Judgement,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
John Coltrane,
The Cure,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bauhaus,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
H. Thieme,
Sound Behaviour,
Negative Approach,
Laurel Aitken,
Alice Coltrane,
Carl Craig,
Smog,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tom Boy,
AZ,
Thompson Twins,
Pere Ubu,
Niagra,
Mars,
Blancmange,
10cc,
Television Personalities,
Grey Daturas,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jesper Dahlback,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pussy Galore,
The Divine Comedy,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.