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 Panama and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Symarip to the punk 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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a güiro 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 organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Cluster,
Drexciya,
The Seeds,
Unrelated Segments,
Khruangbin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bootsy Collins,
Tomorrow,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
This Heat,
Qualms,
Patti Smith,
The Grass Roots,
Todd Rundgren,
Dorothy Ashby,
Soul II Soul,
Oblivians,
James White and The Blacks,
Model 500,
Nation of Ulysses,
Michelle Simonal,
Bizarre Inc.,
Procol Harum,
Marshall Jefferson,
Chrome,
The Doors,
H. Thieme,
K-Klass,
Robert Wyatt,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Last Poets,
Pet Shop Boys,
Crooked Eye,
The Golliwogs,
The Count Five,
Lyres,
Marcia Griffiths,
Althea and Donna,
Iggy Pop,
Dual Sessions,
The Fortunes,
Malaria!,
Andrew Hill,
Amon Düül,
Gang Green,
The Walker Brothers,
Organ,
The Index,
the Soft Cell,
Man Eating Sloth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Idris Muhammad,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pole,
L. Decosne,
Joey Negro,
Thee Headcoats,
Jawbox,
Brand Nubian,
Donny Hathaway,
Television Personalities,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.