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 Slovenia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the güiro 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes 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 spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Model 500,
Colin Newman,
Marvin Gaye,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Infiniti,
Jeff Mills,
Adolescents,
Banda Bassotti,
Underground Resistance,
OOIOO,
Massinfluence,
Donald Byrd,
Sarah Menescal,
James Chance & The Contortions,
a-ha,
Skarface,
D'Angelo,
T. Rex,
Bauhaus,
X-101,
Young Marble Giants,
Livin' Joy,
Bob Dylan,
Au Pairs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Zero Boys,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Laurel Aitken,
June Days,
Kayak,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Swans,
Saccharine Trust,
Japan,
The Raincoats,
Supertramp,
Liliput,
Soulsonic Force,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Davy DMX,
Rotary Connection,
John Foxx,
Ponytail,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Bar-Kays,
The Velvet Underground,
the Soft Cell,
Scott Walker,
The Offenders,
Robert Hood,
The Count Five,
Sun City Girls,
Crash Course in Science,
Q and Not U,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Essential Logic,
Scan 7,
Animal Collective,
H. Thieme,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.