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 Algeria and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord 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 Boogie Down Productions to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin 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 sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Glambeats Corp.,
Blancmange,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rapeman,
Smog,
One Last Wish,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Procol Harum,
the Germs,
Delta 5,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
T. Rex,
The Associates,
LL Cool J,
Matthew Halsall,
The Sonics,
Deepchord,
Suburban Knight,
Marine Girls,
Ice-T,
Talk Talk,
Joe Finger,
Marmalade,
Sandy B,
Jeff Mills,
Joensuu 1685,
48th St. Collective,
John Coltrane,
Pulsallama,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lightning Bolt,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Silicon Teens,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
This Heat,
The Last Poets,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Pretty Things,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Index,
Swell Maps,
Sister Nancy,
Wally Richardson,
Gang Green,
Arthur Verocai,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Fire Engines,
Cybotron,
Jerry's Kids,
Shuggie Otis,
Minny Pops,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Monochrome Set,
Electric Prunes,
Cheater Slicks,
Amon Düül,
Black Moon,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.