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 Belize and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Dorothy Ashby to the funk 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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin 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 mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
The Slackers,
Tim Buckley,
Godley & Creme,
Chris Corsano,
Joensuu 1685,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Accadde A,
Archie Shepp,
The Kinks,
Eli Mardock,
Hot Snakes,
The United States of America,
Echospace,
Mandrill,
Sister Nancy,
Sixth Finger,
Harry Pussy,
The Move,
Soft Machine,
Terry Callier,
The Index,
Nas,
Ituana,
The Skatalites,
X-101,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Television Personalities,
Man Parrish,
Bill Wells,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gil Scott Heron,
Los Fastidios,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Moby Grape,
The Toasters,
Lou Christie,
Camouflage,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fugazi,
The Last Poets,
Section 25,
Newcleus,
Circle Jerks,
John Lydon,
Judy Mowatt,
Tears for Fears,
The Litter,
Urselle,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gang Gang Dance,
Second Layer,
Country Joe & The Fish,
This Heat,
Nico,
The Names,
Au Pairs,
Stiv Bators,
Clear Light,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Slits,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.