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 Zimbabwe and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare 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 clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Funky Four + One,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Doors,
Ornette Coleman,
Idris Muhammad,
Arcadia,
Ice-T,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
U.S. Maple,
Technova,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Sonics,
The Invisible,
Sun City Girls,
The Music Machine,
the Association,
Moebius,
Theoretical Girls,
Hoover,
Terrestrial Tones,
In Retrospect,
Joey Negro,
H. Thieme,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Monks,
Scratch Acid,
Sandy B,
Brand Nubian,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Barry Ungar,
The Saints,
The Skatalites,
The United States of America,
Mary Jane Girls,
UT,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Golliwogs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ohio Players,
The Standells,
Procol Harum,
Marcia Griffiths,
Brick,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Fugs,
Slick Rick,
The Star Department,
Bill Wells,
The Cramps,
PIL,
Erasure,
The Red Krayola,
Public Image Ltd.,
Matthew Halsall,
Scrapy,
The Slits,
The Flesh Eaters,
Liliput,
Soul II Soul,
the Bar-Kays,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.