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 South Sudan and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the organ 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 Stockholm Monsters to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar 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 rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gang of Four,
Malaria!,
The Saints,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Das Ding,
Lou Christie,
Byron Stingily,
Roger Hodgson,
Tubeway Army,
Stiv Bators,
Swans,
The Raincoats,
Jeff Lynne,
The Litter,
Vladislav Delay,
Idris Muhammad,
Crime,
Steve Hackett,
The Human League,
Mark Hollis,
Average White Band,
This Heat,
Boz Scaggs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Grey Daturas,
Harmonia,
Maleditus Sound,
Organ,
Sam Rivers,
Neu!,
Monks,
John Foxx,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Archie Shepp,
Vainqueur,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wire,
Monolake,
Magma,
Don Cherry,
DJ Sneak,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Evens,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Boredoms,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
David McCallum,
Echospace,
Groovy Waters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
John Coltrane,
Gichy Dan,
Max Romeo,
Joe Finger,
Silicon Teens,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.