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 France and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the snare 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 Lungfish to the dance 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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro 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 arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Matthew Bourne,
Barrington Levy,
The Beau Brummels,
Blake Baxter,
Niagra,
Bad Manners,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Interpol,
Dual Sessions,
The Kinks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Aloha Tigers,
Hoover,
the Germs,
James White and The Blacks,
The Smoke,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ultra Naté,
Ultimate Spinach,
Depeche Mode,
Sonic Youth,
Mark Hollis,
Aural Exciters,
X-101,
Derrick May,
EPMD,
Audionom,
The Moleskins,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Easy Going,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Buckinghams,
Sight & Sound,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Index,
LL Cool J,
Soft Cell,
Half Japanese,
Gang Gang Dance,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ossler,
Slave,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
John Lydon,
Brick,
The Monochrome Set,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bauhaus,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sixth Finger,
Sun City Girls,
The Young Rascals,
World's Most,
Maleditus Sound,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.