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 Ecuador and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pole to the rock 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 Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord 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 harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Cecil Taylor,
Neu!,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Smoke,
Connie Case,
Masters at Work,
Outsiders,
The Birthday Party,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Electric Prunes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Arcadia,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Josef K,
The American Breed,
The New Christs,
Fluxion,
Echospace,
Chris & Cosey,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Johnny Clarke,
Altered Images,
Ponytail,
Erykah Badu,
Sandy B,
Subhumans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Andrew Hill,
Todd Rundgren,
Theoretical Girls,
Guru Guru,
Rhythm & Sound,
Severed Heads,
Rotary Connection,
The Count Five,
Bootsy Collins,
Liliput,
Joensuu 1685,
Malaria!,
Black Pus,
Yaz,
New Age Steppers,
Stereo Dub,
Scratch Acid,
Skriet,
The Kinks,
Archie Shepp,
X-101,
Rekid,
Surgeon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Deadbeat,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ronnie Foster,
Desert Stars,
the Bar-Kays,
Wally Richardson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.