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 Mozambique and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba 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 Peter and Kerry to the funk 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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and a guitar 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?
X-101,
Eric Dolphy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ultra Naté,
Eli Mardock,
Black Pus,
Sun City Girls,
Ronan,
The Raincoats,
Black Moon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eve St. Jones,
Swell Maps,
Isaac Hayes,
Franke,
cv313,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Star Department,
Alton Ellis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Big Daddy Kane,
Johnny Osbourne,
Yazoo,
Slave,
Barbara Tucker,
Crime,
Moby Grape,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
AZ,
The Pop Group,
EPMD,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marmalade,
Ralphi Rosario,
Reagan Youth,
Lyres,
F. McDonald,
Aswad,
The Angels of Light,
The Fall,
Faust,
A Certain Ratio,
Patti Smith,
Clear Light,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pulsallama,
Deepchord,
T.S.O.L.,
Infiniti,
Half Japanese,
Goldenarms,
Supertramp,
Sällskapet,
Blake Baxter,
Second Layer,
Fatback Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kurtis Blow,
Kool Moe Dee,
LL Cool J,
The Neon Judgement,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.