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 Guyana and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Parry Music to the crunk 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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin 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 güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Dead Boys,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Brand Nubian,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sandy B,
Grey Daturas,
Con Funk Shun,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Liliput,
The American Breed,
Gichy Dan,
Livin' Joy,
Junior Murvin,
Q65,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Suburban Knight,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pantaleimon,
The Barracudas,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dawn Penn,
Roxy Music,
Bill Near,
The Move,
Oblivians,
Aural Exciters,
Newcleus,
Scratch Acid,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Porter Ricks,
Accadde A,
Rapeman,
Lower 48,
Sexual Harrassment,
Prince Buster,
Section 25,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Panda Bear,
Toni Rubio,
Cal Tjader,
10cc,
Tommy Roe,
Todd Rundgren,
Fugazi,
Mark Hollis,
Hasil Adkins,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Reuben Wilson,
Pantytec,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Letta Mbulu,
Lou Christie,
the Swans,
Rakim,
The Gladiators,
The Gories,
Barrington Levy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.