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 Iran and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Gladiators to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a güiro 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 organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mo-Dettes,
Carl Craig,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Human League,
Fear,
The Martian,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Swans,
Gichy Dan,
Sonic Youth,
Black Moon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Suicide,
Kurtis Blow,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Skatalites,
Fifty Foot Hose,
John Foxx,
The Sonics,
KRS-One,
The Dave Clark Five,
Barry Ungar,
The Move,
T.S.O.L.,
Bill Wells,
Terry Callier,
Nik Kershaw,
Qualms,
Fat Boys,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Judy Mowatt,
Stetsasonic,
Lucky Dragons,
Peter & Gordon,
The Dirtbombs,
In Retrospect,
The Smiths,
Wolf Eyes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Althea and Donna,
Little Man,
The Velvet Underground,
Intrusion,
Joey Negro,
The Electric Prunes,
Deepchord,
Minnie Riperton,
Lou Reed,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Severed Heads,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Newcleus,
Radio Birdman,
Eddi Front,
Dennis Brown,
Bob Dylan,
Alison Limerick,
Negative Approach,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.