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 Chad and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes 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 theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
John Lydon,
The Tremeloes,
The Golliwogs,
Guru Guru,
Vainqueur,
Fela Kuti,
Sonic Youth,
Grauzone,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Audionom,
Roxette,
Q65,
Funky Four + One,
Delon & Dalcan,
Porter Ricks,
Isaac Hayes,
Scientists,
Erasure,
Eve St. Jones,
The Mighty Diamonds,
L. Decosne,
James Chance & The Contortions,
D'Angelo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lou Christie,
Absolute Body Control,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Iggy Pop,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Starr,
Young Marble Giants,
Tim Buckley,
John Cale,
Graham Central Station,
Scan 7,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Au Pairs,
The Gap Band,
The Knickerbockers,
The Move,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Inner City,
Todd Rundgren,
The Fuzztones,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Misunderstood,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
a-ha,
Moebius,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ronan,
Scrapy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Interpol,
New York Dolls,
Pylon,
The Index,
Buzzcocks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.