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 Uzbekistan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Severed Heads to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a spring reverb and a clarinet 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 a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Aswad,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joe Finger,
Altered Images,
Delon & Dalcan,
Con Funk Shun,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Youth Brigade,
The Invisible,
Fatback Band,
the Normal,
Fad Gadget,
Nirvana,
Talk Talk,
Minor Threat,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gabor Szabo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hasil Adkins,
Pierre Henry,
Maleditus Sound,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fat Boys,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
cv313,
Suicide,
R.M.O.,
John Cale,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Glenn Branca,
James White and The Blacks,
Half Japanese,
Brick,
Suburban Knight,
Eve St. Jones,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Saints,
Schoolly D,
Piero Umiliani,
The Moody Blues,
The Monochrome Set,
Animal Collective,
Ornette Coleman,
The Beau Brummels,
U.S. Maple,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Zapp,
Eddi Front,
Barry Ungar,
The Red Krayola,
Pharoah Sanders,
Funkadelic,
One Last Wish,
Deakin,
The Modern Lovers,
The Divine Comedy,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.