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 Mauritania and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tokyo.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Panda Bear to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba 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 rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Seeds,
Country Teasers,
Q and Not U,
The Fortunes,
Juan Atkins,
The Vogues,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Young Rascals,
The Raincoats,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Grass Roots,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Trojans,
FM Einheit,
Curtis Mayfield,
Duran Duran,
X-101,
Todd Rundgren,
The Black Dice,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rites of Spring,
Sam Rivers,
Echospace,
Eric Copeland,
Pantytec,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mandrill,
K-Klass,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lebanon Hanover,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fugazi,
Easy Going,
Animal Collective,
Prince Buster,
Pussy Galore,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Michelle Simonal,
The Real Kids,
Malaria!,
The Golliwogs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Youth Brigade,
Lyres,
Massinfluence,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Max Romeo,
Smog,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Toni Rubio,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Frankie Knuckles,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lightning Bolt,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.