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 Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tehran.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 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 Quando Quango to the dance 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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron 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 oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Cymande,
Trumans Water,
Das Ding,
The Raincoats,
Lakeside,
John Coltrane,
Max Romeo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Minnie Riperton,
Motorama,
Radiopuhelimet,
Erykah Badu,
The Smoke,
Mars,
Minutemen,
Yellowson,
Echospace,
ABBA,
Radiohead,
Parry Music,
The Durutti Column,
Matthew Halsall,
Basic Channel,
48th St. Collective,
Sight & Sound,
New Order,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joe Smooth,
DNA,
Quando Quango,
The Electric Prunes,
The Victims,
Crime,
The J.B.'s,
Alison Limerick,
Nico,
Moss Icon,
Joensuu 1685,
JFA,
Animal Collective,
Television,
Country Teasers,
Pere Ubu,
Soul Sonic Force,
B.T. Express,
The Young Rascals,
Morten Harket,
Fear,
New Age Steppers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
UT,
Ultravox,
Black Pus,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Technova,
Angry Samoans,
Eric Dolphy,
The Happenings,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.