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 Cuba and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Doobie Brothers to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ 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 chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Arcadia,
Boz Scaggs,
Scott Walker,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Wake,
Robert Hood,
Gerry Rafferty,
Slave,
Derrick May,
Rakim,
The Gap Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bobby Byrd,
John Foxx,
Throbbing Gristle,
Big Daddy Kane,
Black Flag,
The Leaves,
Sound Behaviour,
U.S. Maple,
Alison Limerick,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Golliwogs,
Roxy Music,
Wasted Youth,
Joe Finger,
Soft Machine,
Nirvana,
Kas Product,
Pylon,
Hashim,
Marcia Griffiths,
Robert Wyatt,
EPMD,
Todd Rundgren,
Wings,
Gang of Four,
Fear,
Livin' Joy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Massinfluence,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cecil Taylor,
The Red Krayola,
Johnny Clarke,
Simply Red,
Man Parrish,
Leonard Cohen,
Lungfish,
Cameo,
Harmonia,
Guru Guru,
Lalann,
Ultra Naté,
John Cale,
Ten City,
Scratch Acid,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.