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 Zimbabwe and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Columbus.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 The Doobie Brothers to the rap 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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ 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 linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
The Skatalites,
John Lydon,
Japan,
Todd Rundgren,
Big Daddy Kane,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scan 7,
Slick Rick,
Alison Limerick,
Harmonia,
New Age Steppers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Q and Not U,
The Sound,
Aswad,
Kurtis Blow,
Hot Snakes,
Charles Mingus,
The Offenders,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Glenn Branca,
The Move,
Reuben Wilson,
Symarip,
Average White Band,
Skaos,
The Golliwogs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Knickerbockers,
Junior Murvin,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Swans,
Deakin,
The Grass Roots,
FM Einheit,
Panda Bear,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Model 500,
Masters at Work,
Donny Hathaway,
Banda Bassotti,
Juan Atkins,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Duran Duran,
The Electric Prunes,
Quando Quango,
Livin' Joy,
CMW,
Anthony Braxton,
Davy DMX,
Excepter,
The Residents,
Bauhaus,
The Walker Brothers,
La Düsseldorf,
Bill Wells,
Sound Behaviour,
Marcia Griffiths,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.