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 East Timor and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Michelle Simonal to the dance 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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Blancmange,
Sparks,
Severed Heads,
Newcleus,
Half Japanese,
Don Cherry,
The Evens,
The Techniques,
Stereo Dub,
The Birthday Party,
Qualms,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Schoolly D,
The J.B.'s,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Amon Düül II,
Pharoah Sanders,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Sonics,
Moss Icon,
Deepchord,
Aaron Thompson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marmalade,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Vogues,
Erykah Badu,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fat Boys,
The Offenders,
The Smiths,
Accadde A,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pet Shop Boys,
Moebius,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Cluster,
Crooked Eye,
Heaven 17,
Yellowson,
Maleditus Sound,
X-101,
Intrusion,
Bobby Sherman,
The Five Americans,
Connie Case,
Goldenarms,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Seeds,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bobby Womack,
The Grass Roots,
Joe Finger,
Man Parrish,
Nirvana,
Jerry's Kids,
Barry Ungar,
Anakelly,
Smog,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.