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 Mali and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Intrusion to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin 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 güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Brick,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Searchers,
Sällskapet,
Eli Mardock,
Chris Corsano,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Model 500,
Al Stewart,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Agitation Free,
Althea and Donna,
The Skatalites,
Minutemen,
Nick Fraelich,
Boredoms,
The Young Rascals,
Von Mondo,
Jawbox,
Glambeats Corp.,
FM Einheit,
The Gap Band,
The Mojo Men,
Sixth Finger,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Bar-Kays,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cal Tjader,
John Lydon,
Donny Hathaway,
The Residents,
Loose Ends,
Marshall Jefferson,
DJ Sneak,
Motorama,
Grey Daturas,
Tres Demented,
Black Moon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Camberwell Now,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dave Gahan,
The Happenings,
Easy Going,
Animal Collective,
Subhumans,
Kerri Chandler,
Black Flag,
Japan,
Prince Buster,
Arcadia,
Deepchord,
Bobby Womack,
Girls At Our Best!,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Country Teasers,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.