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 Lebanon and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare 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 Visage to the dance 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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Mr. Review,
John Coltrane,
The Blackbyrds,
Man Parrish,
Fela Kuti,
Camouflage,
H. Thieme,
Janne Schatter,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Black Flag,
Bobby Womack,
Howard Jones,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Harry Pussy,
The Index,
Flash Fearless,
Idris Muhammad,
The Walker Brothers,
Tres Demented,
Slick Rick,
The Remains,
Eric Dolphy,
LL Cool J,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Slits,
Eddi Front,
Ralphi Rosario,
Youth Brigade,
Metal Thangz,
Lou Reed,
The Smiths,
The Real Kids,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Hot Snakes,
The Star Department,
PIL,
Josef K,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Wake,
Rakim,
David Axelrod,
Visage,
Tropical Tobacco,
X-Ray Spex,
Easy Going,
Theoretical Girls,
Laurel Aitken,
Drexciya,
Stockholm Monsters,
Trumans Water,
Mars,
Michelle Simonal,
Y Pants,
The Pretty Things,
Japan,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Selecter,
Severed Heads,
Delon & Dalcan,
Alice Coltrane,
Main Source,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.