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 Lithuania and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ 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 Duran Duran to the grime 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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ 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 linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Barry Ungar,
The Slackers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Matthew Halsall,
Man Eating Sloth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sonny Sharrock,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Althea and Donna,
John Lydon,
Bad Manners,
Sight & Sound,
New Age Steppers,
Thompson Twins,
Hasil Adkins,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bill Wells,
Half Japanese,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Country Teasers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Piero Umiliani,
Slick Rick,
Aswad,
Tomorrow,
Television Personalities,
Shoche,
Skarface,
Gang Green,
Lebanon Hanover,
Technova,
Todd Rundgren,
Suicide,
Peter and Kerry,
The Invisible,
The Doobie Brothers,
Carl Craig,
Cal Tjader,
Make Up,
Tubeway Army,
The Searchers,
Mission of Burma,
The Tremeloes,
Fela Kuti,
Echospace,
The Standells,
Desert Stars,
X-102,
Mad Mike,
Outsiders,
The Count Five,
The Knickerbockers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sex Pistols,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jacob Miller,
Thee Headcoats,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.