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 Fiji and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe 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 Moss Icon to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and an oboe 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 theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
The Index,
The Skatalites,
Patti Smith,
Pylon,
Dawn Penn,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Magazine,
Warren Ellis,
L. Decosne,
The Cowsills,
Crispian St. Peters,
Black Pus,
Siglo XX,
Blancmange,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sonny Sharrock,
DNA,
Bill Wells,
Shoche,
Byron Stingily,
Alison Limerick,
Jesper Dahlback,
La Düsseldorf,
Amazonics,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Crash Course in Science,
Stockholm Monsters,
Monks,
Howard Jones,
Marvin Gaye,
The Last Poets,
Dark Day,
Black Sheep,
Sugar Minott,
The Offenders,
The Mojo Men,
Neu!,
Scan 7,
X-101,
John Holt,
Althea and Donna,
Little Man,
Ice-T,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sällskapet,
Severed Heads,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Panda Bear,
AZ,
Agitation Free,
Bobby Sherman,
Spandau Ballet,
Unrelated Segments,
Gang Starr,
Warsaw,
The Detroit Cobras,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fluxion,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scratch Acid,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.