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 France and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 Jakarta and London.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Knickerbockers to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare 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 organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Fela Kuti,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lucky Dragons,
John Cale,
Livin' Joy,
Eden Ahbez,
Marc Almond,
Judy Mowatt,
The Real Kids,
Ituana,
Idris Muhammad,
Anakelly,
Organ,
The Birthday Party,
Mary Jane Girls,
E-Dancer,
Bob Dylan,
Patti Smith,
PIL,
The Fall,
Sarah Menescal,
Parry Music,
The Move,
Sound Behaviour,
Barry Ungar,
Pharoah Sanders,
Joe Smooth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Aswad,
Deakin,
Wally Richardson,
Flipper,
Tim Buckley,
Pierre Henry,
Chris & Cosey,
Porter Ricks,
The Beau Brummels,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Public Enemy,
Blossom Toes,
The Names,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Skriet,
Dark Day,
Sonic Youth,
The Associates,
Rufus Thomas,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scratch Acid,
Malaria!,
Black Flag,
Cybotron,
Aural Exciters,
The Pretty Things,
Interpol,
Erasure,
Juan Atkins,
Piero Umiliani,
Infiniti,
Model 500,
Joyce Sims,
Urselle,
John Coltrane,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.