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 Paraguay and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Standells to the dance 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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes 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 linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
The Divine Comedy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Mojo Men,
The Durutti Column,
Anthony Braxton,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Vogues,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Laurel Aitken,
Max Romeo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Von Mondo,
Amazonics,
Sarah Menescal,
Groovy Waters,
Robert Hood,
Schoolly D,
The Electric Prunes,
Television Personalities,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Malaria!,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mars,
Sexual Harrassment,
New Age Steppers,
T.S.O.L.,
The Doobie Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fatback Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Electric Prunes,
China Crisis,
Hoover,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lungfish,
Maleditus Sound,
Idris Muhammad,
Donald Byrd,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Fuzztones,
Rufus Thomas,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Faust,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Derrick May,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Niagra,
June of 44,
Interpol,
Black Moon,
Organ,
Babytalk,
The Slackers,
Q and Not U,
The Beau Brummels,
Audionom,
Shuggie Otis,
Jeff Mills,
Skriet,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.