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 Dominica and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes 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 synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
The Invisible,
Toni Rubio,
Hasil Adkins,
Joyce Sims,
Byron Stingily,
Davy DMX,
Scientists,
The Monochrome Set,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Procol Harum,
Moby Grape,
Eden Ahbez,
Lower 48,
Bill Wells,
Sugar Minott,
the Germs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
David Axelrod,
The Count Five,
Banda Bassotti,
Thee Headcoats,
Faraquet,
Silicon Teens,
Scion,
Roxy Music,
Gang of Four,
Bauhaus,
Anthony Braxton,
Boz Scaggs,
OOIOO,
Outsiders,
Intrusion,
Rapeman,
Bluetip,
Michelle Simonal,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jawbox,
JFA,
The Gories,
Audionom,
Sparks,
Neu!,
Nas,
Aswad,
Magma,
Prince Buster,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cecil Taylor,
The Martian,
Charles Mingus,
Lou Reed,
MC5,
The Names,
T. Rex,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lou Christie,
Accadde A,
Swell Maps,
The Sound,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.