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 Palau and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator 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 Sun Ra to the jazz 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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and an oboe 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Maurizio,
Carl Craig,
Pole,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Cure,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Half Japanese,
The Offenders,
Scrapy,
Inner City,
The Fuzztones,
Ronan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Minnie Riperton,
Amon Düül,
The United States of America,
Chris Corsano,
Mary Jane Girls,
Swell Maps,
The Electric Prunes,
Can,
Alton Ellis,
The Fugs,
Deadbeat,
Ornette Coleman,
Man Eating Sloth,
Crash Course in Science,
H. Thieme,
Groovy Waters,
The Residents,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
B.T. Express,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Amazonics,
Mandrill,
Sonic Youth,
Danielle Patucci,
Outsiders,
Little Man,
The Modern Lovers,
The Evens,
Nirvana,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lyres,
Flamin' Groovies,
Quando Quango,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fat Boys,
Radio Birdman,
Scott Walker,
Flash Fearless,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Man Parrish,
Royal Trux,
Bobby Sherman,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.