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 Malaysia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Houston.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar 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 spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Spoonie Gee,
Average White Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tropical Tobacco,
Vainqueur,
The Stooges,
Sixth Finger,
The Residents,
Kerri Chandler,
Barbara Tucker,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Judy Mowatt,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Severed Heads,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Youth Brigade,
The Pop Group,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Hot Snakes,
The Dirtbombs,
Sarah Menescal,
Procol Harum,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fear,
Negative Approach,
Newcleus,
Ornette Coleman,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Model 500,
Depeche Mode,
PIL,
Aloha Tigers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ultimate Spinach,
Franke,
The Busters,
Lucky Dragons,
Lower 48,
Black Sheep,
Erykah Badu,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Khruangbin,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Subhumans,
The New Christs,
Iggy Pop,
Stiv Bators,
The Zeros,
Cluster,
Freddie Wadling,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rod Modell,
The Slackers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
La Düsseldorf,
Avey Tare,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental 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.