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 Somalia and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Altered Images to the punk 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and an oboe 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 rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Monolake,
Simply Red,
Dark Day,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wings,
Slick Rick,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nils Olav,
Ice-T,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
DJ Style,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eddi Front,
Roger Hodgson,
Lindisfarne,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bobby Womack,
In Retrospect,
One Last Wish,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
48th St. Collective,
Anakelly,
Chris Corsano,
Hasil Adkins,
The Dirtbombs,
Mr. Review,
The Slackers,
Icehouse,
Godley & Creme,
The Moleskins,
Altered Images,
Metal Thangz,
Jimmy McGriff,
MC5,
Joe Finger,
F. McDonald,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ultimate Spinach,
Faraquet,
a-ha,
The Gap Band,
Average White Band,
The Five Americans,
The Leaves,
Sugar Minott,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Absolute Body Control,
Robert Wyatt,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sällskapet,
10cc,
Mission of Burma,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Techniques,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.