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 South Africa and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the disco 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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ 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 harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Skarface,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Symarip,
Kurtis Blow,
Hoover,
Panda Bear,
Cal Tjader,
Saccharine Trust,
Matthew Bourne,
Tropical Tobacco,
Derrick Morgan,
Babytalk,
Siglo XX,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Todd Rundgren,
Laurel Aitken,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nik Kershaw,
Gong,
June of 44,
The Buckinghams,
David Axelrod,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Carl Craig,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Shoche,
Desert Stars,
The Durutti Column,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scion,
a-ha,
Radiopuhelimet,
Unrelated Segments,
Nick Fraelich,
Isaac Hayes,
Moebius,
Joy Division,
Davy DMX,
Gang Green,
Animal Collective,
The Cowsills,
Terrestrial Tones,
Depeche Mode,
Bill Wells,
Slick Rick,
Roger Hodgson,
The Electric Prunes,
Television Personalities,
The Red Krayola,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eyeless In Gaza,
T.S.O.L.,
Andrew Hill,
The Evens,
Motorama,
The Skatalites,
Severed Heads,
Eve St. Jones,
Nas,
The Saints,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.