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 Somalia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Zeros. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba 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 guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jacques Brel,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
LL Cool J,
Gang Green,
Marc Almond,
Neu!,
Bronski Beat,
The Mojo Men,
Reagan Youth,
The Misunderstood,
Laurel Aitken,
Roger Hodgson,
the Soft Cell,
The Grass Roots,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Fuzztones,
Joey Negro,
Traffic Nightmare,
Harpers Bizarre,
Soft Cell,
Jimmy McGriff,
Au Pairs,
Tres Demented,
The Gladiators,
Sarah Menescal,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pharoah Sanders,
Camouflage,
The Neon Judgement,
Icehouse,
Wally Richardson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pet Shop Boys,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
UT,
Oblivians,
Kool Moe Dee,
Newcleus,
The American Breed,
Letta Mbulu,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Man Parrish,
Technova,
Patti Smith,
Idris Muhammad,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ludus,
Mo-Dettes,
Deadbeat,
Aloha Tigers,
Nils Olav,
The Sound,
Josef K,
cv313,
June of 44,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sight & Sound,
The Red Krayola,
Gil Scott Heron,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.