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 Macedonia and from Mexico City.
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 Woodstock and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare 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 Bill Wells to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba 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 guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Half Japanese,
Swans,
The Moleskins,
Adolescents,
David Bowie,
The Techniques,
Funkadelic,
Shoche,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eric Dolphy,
Eric Copeland,
The Alarm Clocks,
Little Man,
Das Ding,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Byron Stingily,
The Neon Judgement,
Joey Negro,
Mantronix,
The Standells,
Circle Jerks,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Barracudas,
Dark Day,
Robert Wyatt,
Faraquet,
Colin Newman,
Barbara Tucker,
Marvin Gaye,
KRS-One,
The Misunderstood,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tubeway Army,
Country Teasers,
Unwound,
Basic Channel,
Kerrie Biddell,
DNA,
Gabor Szabo,
Bad Manners,
T. Rex,
the Bar-Kays,
X-101,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Motorama,
MC5,
Ronan,
OOIOO,
Scratch Acid,
Hashim,
Yusef Lateef,
Dual Sessions,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Hoover,
Guru Guru,
Sam Rivers,
Prince Buster,
Fear,
Essential Logic,
Max Romeo,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.