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 Nauru and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Monochrome Set to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ 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 spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Intrusion,
Marine Girls,
Average White Band,
The Moody Blues,
Connie Case,
Todd Terry,
Los Fastidios,
Thee Headcoats,
New Age Steppers,
Chrome,
Von Mondo,
Skriet,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Kinks,
Graham Central Station,
Althea and Donna,
The Human League,
ABC,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mark Hollis,
Lindisfarne,
Girls At Our Best!,
Stereo Dub,
Sly & The Family Stone,
X-Ray Spex,
Aloha Tigers,
Bronski Beat,
World's Most,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Severed Heads,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Blancmange,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sun Ra,
Sister Nancy,
Jerry's Kids,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eric Copeland,
Section 25,
the Association,
48th St. Collective,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wings,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bill Wells,
Crime,
Terry Callier,
Jawbox,
Faraquet,
MDC,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Peter and Kerry,
Bang On A Can,
Glenn Branca,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nas,
Altered Images,
Black Bananas,
FM Einheit,
Josef K,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.