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 Greece and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Sonics to the funk 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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb 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 harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Fuzztones,
Lalo Schifrin,
Robert Hood,
Junior Murvin,
The Knickerbockers,
Youth Brigade,
The Monochrome Set,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
U.S. Maple,
Can,
Delta 5,
Erykah Badu,
Q and Not U,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tubeway Army,
Yusef Lateef,
Organ,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kas Product,
Robert Wyatt,
Crispian St. Peters,
Alphaville,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Thompson Twins,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Funkadelic,
The Vogues,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Neon Judgement,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jesper Dahlback,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ornette Coleman,
Reagan Youth,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Theoretical Girls,
Banda Bassotti,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tommy Roe,
Roxette,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ludus,
Agent Orange,
Slave,
Country Teasers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Shoche,
Whodini,
Leonard Cohen,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Invisible,
Dorothy Ashby,
Von Mondo,
Tom Boy,
Moby Grape,
Brass Construction,
Dawn Penn,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Laurel Aitken,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.