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 Chile and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 Tokyo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Main Source to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator 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 oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
E-Dancer,
Stetsasonic,
Buzzcocks,
Blossom Toes,
The Beau Brummels,
Barclay James Harvest,
Arab on Radar,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
kango's stein massive,
K-Klass,
cv313,
Lalann,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wolf Eyes,
Inner City,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eurythmics,
Mo-Dettes,
Wire,
Nik Kershaw,
Intrusion,
Eden Ahbez,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bobby Sherman,
Ronan,
Unwound,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Misunderstood,
Scott Walker,
Amon Düül II,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sight & Sound,
The Neon Judgement,
The Gap Band,
Charles Mingus,
Essential Logic,
Yazoo,
The Residents,
Sound Behaviour,
Cal Tjader,
John Coltrane,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
World's Most,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eric Copeland,
OOIOO,
Don Cherry,
The Wake,
John Holt,
Godley & Creme,
Mantronix,
Prince Buster,
the Normal,
Skriet,
Hoover,
Monks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cybotron,
Marcia Griffiths,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.