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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar 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 Judy Mowatt to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer 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 rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Gang Starr,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Absolute Body Control,
Grauzone,
The Cure,
The Fuzztones,
Ronan,
Donald Byrd,
Rapeman,
Eden Ahbez,
The Monochrome Set,
Little Man,
the Human League,
Arcadia,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Flamin' Groovies,
Circle Jerks,
Cameo,
Marcia Griffiths,
World's Most,
Stiv Bators,
Shoche,
Kool Moe Dee,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Niagra,
The Smiths,
Tom Boy,
Magazine,
Janne Schatter,
Rosa Yemen,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ultra Naté,
Livin' Joy,
Funkadelic,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Massinfluence,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bill Near,
Wolf Eyes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Bar-Kays,
Nico,
Joy Division,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Smoke,
Ponytail,
Ken Boothe,
Frankie Knuckles,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jeff Mills,
Outsiders,
Pantytec,
Buzzcocks,
DJ Style,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Skatalites,
Lower 48,
The Fortunes,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.