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 Slovenia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Silicon Teens to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Cal Tjader,
Public Enemy,
Lou Reed,
Simply Red,
Zapp,
The Five Americans,
Symarip,
Jimmy McGriff,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Urselle,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Quantec,
Faust,
Freddie Wadling,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Matthew Bourne,
Neil Young,
Bang On A Can,
Kaleidoscope,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Organ,
Popol Vuh,
Steve Hackett,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kevin Saunderson,
David Axelrod,
Electric Prunes,
Absolute Body Control,
The Fugs,
The Zeros,
Marc Almond,
Mark Hollis,
Reuben Wilson,
Anakelly,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
F. McDonald,
Eric Copeland,
Deepchord,
Ronan,
The Vogues,
Gil Scott Heron,
Barry Ungar,
Los Fastidios,
Mandrill,
The Neon Judgement,
Janne Schatter,
The Tremeloes,
The Grass Roots,
Pulsallama,
Lakeside,
Soulsonic Force,
The Fuzztones,
The Evens,
Juan Atkins,
Tropical Tobacco,
Black Pus,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Bar-Kays,
Harry Pussy,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.