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 Brazil and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 clarinet 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 Black Pus to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a snare and a mellotron 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Urselle,
Eric Copeland,
John Holt,
Electric Light Orchestra,
ABC,
The Selecter,
Nas,
Cybotron,
Scott Walker,
Clear Light,
DJ Sneak,
The Red Krayola,
Massinfluence,
The New Christs,
Neil Young,
Morten Harket,
John Coltrane,
Masters at Work,
Swell Maps,
The Moody Blues,
The Modern Lovers,
Aaron Thompson,
Joe Finger,
Barry Ungar,
E-Dancer,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Fire Engines,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Amon Düül II,
Terry Callier,
Bush Tetras,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Davy DMX,
Dawn Penn,
Stiv Bators,
The Leaves,
Shoche,
The Offenders,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
H. Thieme,
Buzzcocks,
The Human League,
T.S.O.L.,
The Motions,
Barbara Tucker,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Pretty Things,
Wire,
The Fuzztones,
Donald Byrd,
Scientists,
Lakeside,
Henry Cow,
DNA,
Jacob Miller,
Soft Machine,
Deepchord,
Sight & Sound,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kool Moe Dee,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.