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 Costa Rica and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bologna.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 In Retrospect to the rap 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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Gories,
The Selecter,
Eddi Front,
Fugazi,
The Monochrome Set,
Ornette Coleman,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Young Rascals,
The Martian,
Scratch Acid,
Donald Byrd,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Barbara Tucker,
Dual Sessions,
DJ Sneak,
Sällskapet,
Marmalade,
The Seeds,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The American Breed,
Khruangbin,
Gerry Rafferty,
UT,
Bad Manners,
Pantaleimon,
Arcadia,
The Flesh Eaters,
Silicon Teens,
Tomorrow,
Lou Reed,
Harry Pussy,
Franke,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Monks,
E-Dancer,
Harmonia,
Scion,
Sight & Sound,
The Sound,
Excepter,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Skarface,
Masters at Work,
Joe Smooth,
X-101,
Oblivians,
The Star Department,
Dawn Penn,
The Victims,
Traffic Nightmare,
Television,
Aswad,
Black Moon,
The Dave Clark Five,
John Cale,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Robert Görl,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ponytail,
Goldenarms,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.