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 Cameroon and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 Big Daddy Kane to the rock 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a spring reverb 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ultravox,
Lightning Bolt,
Underground Resistance,
The Remains,
Joyce Sims,
The Slackers,
Cybotron,
Derrick Morgan,
The Litter,
Connie Case,
UT,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jacob Miller,
Easy Going,
Todd Rundgren,
Suburban Knight,
Roy Ayers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Little Man,
E-Dancer,
Todd Terry,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
10cc,
Eddi Front,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Smiths,
The Tremeloes,
Arthur Verocai,
LL Cool J,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Terrestrial Tones,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Reuben Wilson,
FM Einheit,
Anakelly,
Joey Negro,
Radiopuhelimet,
Matthew Bourne,
The Mojo Men,
Funkadelic,
Iggy Pop,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Chrome,
Echospace,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fugs,
Agitation Free,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nico,
Dark Day,
Barbara Tucker,
Blancmange,
Guru Guru,
Magma,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ralphi Rosario,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.