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 Korea South and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Andrew Hill to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord 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 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Piero Umiliani,
Wally Richardson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Model 500,
Smog,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ronnie Foster,
B.T. Express,
Dark Day,
New York Dolls,
the Human League,
Jeff Mills,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Moody Blues,
The Divine Comedy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Bananas,
The Cramps,
Ice-T,
Kurtis Blow,
Moss Icon,
Robert Hood,
Yusef Lateef,
Mad Mike,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Durutti Column,
Derrick Morgan,
10cc,
Marvin Gaye,
Sex Pistols,
The Pretty Things,
Erasure,
Surgeon,
The Neon Judgement,
Kas Product,
Camberwell Now,
LL Cool J,
Porter Ricks,
Carl Craig,
Gang Green,
Grey Daturas,
Gil Scott Heron,
Laurel Aitken,
Livin' Joy,
Susan Cadogan,
Anthony Braxton,
Dennis Brown,
Sound Behaviour,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Vogues,
Kenny Larkin,
Pet Shop Boys,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Modern Lovers,
Das Ding,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Stiv Bators,
Mo-Dettes,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.