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 Montenegro and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare 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 marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Boz Scaggs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
X-101,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Toni Rubio,
Siglo XX,
The Seeds,
cv313,
The Monochrome Set,
The Beau Brummels,
Chris & Cosey,
Todd Terry,
The Human League,
Sam Rivers,
Eve St. Jones,
Lightning Bolt,
Brothers Johnson,
DNA,
June Days,
Country Teasers,
Con Funk Shun,
In Retrospect,
Inner City,
Fugazi,
Agitation Free,
The Golliwogs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Skarface,
Gang Starr,
Zero Boys,
Dark Day,
Alice Coltrane,
Quadrant,
Television,
Gang Green,
Minor Threat,
Monks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Camberwell Now,
The Misunderstood,
Derrick May,
The Index,
Boogie Down Productions,
Audionom,
Pet Shop Boys,
Harmonia,
Pagans,
The Walker Brothers,
Schoolly D,
Josef K,
X-Ray Spex,
Rotary Connection,
Clear Light,
Terrestrial Tones,
Delta 5,
Smog,
Reagan Youth,
Vladislav Delay,
Jimmy McGriff,
Yellowson,
Chrome,
Yaz,
Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano.
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.