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 Russia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bill Wells 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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Radiohead,
Shoche,
Albert Ayler,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sandy B,
L. Decosne,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Smog,
Tears for Fears,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Royal Trux,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Radiopuhelimet,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Stiv Bators,
Unrelated Segments,
The Last Poets,
CMW,
8 Eyed Spy,
Television,
the Swans,
Accadde A,
Q and Not U,
The Fuzztones,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Busters,
Lyres,
Newcleus,
The Fortunes,
Roxette,
Essential Logic,
Soft Machine,
Popol Vuh,
Patti Smith,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Slick Rick,
Mad Mike,
Black Flag,
Tommy Roe,
Clear Light,
PIL,
U.S. Maple,
Black Pus,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eric Copeland,
Faraquet,
Derrick Morgan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wolf Eyes,
Brick,
H. Thieme,
Talk Talk,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Velvet Underground,
The Selecter,
The Barracudas,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nick Fraelich,
Pussy Galore,
Cameo,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.