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 Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Aswad to the grime 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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer 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 linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
KRS-One,
Laurel Aitken,
Bill Near,
The Names,
Roxette,
Zero Boys,
Minutemen,
Angry Samoans,
Sparks,
Suburban Knight,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dennis Brown,
Visage,
The Slits,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Duran Duran,
Frankie Knuckles,
Theoretical Girls,
Sandy B,
The Smoke,
Lee Hazlewood,
Al Stewart,
Marine Girls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Altered Images,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Young Rascals,
Bootsy Collins,
Con Funk Shun,
Rotary Connection,
Jandek,
Sexual Harrassment,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Funky Four + One,
Yusef Lateef,
The Raincoats,
The Victims,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Red Krayola,
The Zeros,
Glenn Branca,
Make Up,
Bang On A Can,
10cc,
Funkadelic,
Robert Görl,
Maleditus Sound,
Main Source,
Pole,
Crash Course in Science,
Soul Sonic Force,
Reuben Wilson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Traffic Nightmare,
John Holt,
The Fire Engines,
Section 25,
Infiniti,
The Skatalites,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.