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 Sierra Leone and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Kool Moe Dee to the dance 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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar 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 mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Jacob Miller,
Scrapy,
Pulsallama,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Altered Images,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pantytec,
Funkadelic,
The Leaves,
Black Sheep,
Morten Harket,
Rotary Connection,
Echospace,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ituana,
Youth Brigade,
Howard Jones,
Banda Bassotti,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Urselle,
Oneida,
The Motions,
The Electric Prunes,
Simply Red,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gregory Isaacs,
Alice Coltrane,
Lungfish,
Au Pairs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Peter and Kerry,
The Move,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Erykah Badu,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Smoke,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pussy Galore,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
MDC,
Jandek,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Colin Newman,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Derrick Morgan,
Eric Copeland,
John Lydon,
Josef K,
Barry Ungar,
The Cure,
Organ,
Lou Reed,
The Busters,
New Order,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Royal Trux,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Steve Hackett,
Al Stewart,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.