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 Kazakhstan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Normal to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 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 snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Wally Richardson,
The Vogues,
Todd Rundgren,
In Retrospect,
The Dirtbombs,
Kurtis Blow,
The Motions,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Qualms,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Sound,
Tom Boy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pole,
Howard Jones,
Simply Red,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nico,
cv313,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Barracudas,
Man Parrish,
Brick,
T.S.O.L.,
Terry Callier,
Rufus Thomas,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Radio Birdman,
Lou Christie,
Supertramp,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scion,
Scott Walker,
Blossom Toes,
Big Daddy Kane,
AZ,
Alphaville,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
KRS-One,
Joyce Sims,
Schoolly D,
Hashim,
The Electric Prunes,
Sarah Menescal,
Thee Headcoats,
the Association,
Grandmaster Flash,
Radiohead,
Moby Grape,
John Coltrane,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eli Mardock,
Eden Ahbez,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pussy Galore,
Pantaleimon,
Sugar Minott,
Theoretical Girls,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.