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 Slovakia 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 New Age Steppers to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a güiro and a clarinet 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Alison Limerick,
The Associates,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sarah Menescal,
Panda Bear,
Ohio Players,
Dorothy Ashby,
Chris Corsano,
Moby Grape,
T. Rex,
The Gladiators,
Gong,
Soul II Soul,
Bill Near,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The American Breed,
The Barracudas,
the Sonics,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Q65,
Jeff Mills,
The Walker Brothers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Yaz,
Khruangbin,
Anthony Braxton,
Grauzone,
Whodini,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jacques Brel,
Gichy Dan,
Pierre Henry,
Kerrie Biddell,
Grey Daturas,
Carl Craig,
Lou Reed,
Jerry's Kids,
Audionom,
Warren Ellis,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marmalade,
Bronski Beat,
Amon Düül,
Agent Orange,
Gang of Four,
Faust,
Hardrive,
Aloha Tigers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
New Order,
The Smoke,
Sällskapet,
Avey Tare,
Black Pus,
The Misunderstood,
The Birthday Party,
The Mojo Men,
Cluster,
Don Cherry,
The Music Machine,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.