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 Australia and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Tomorrow to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin 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 arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Model 500,
UT,
The Selecter,
Bill Near,
Radio Birdman,
Peter and Kerry,
Nico,
The Angels of Light,
Infiniti,
Little Man,
Cluster,
Sarah Menescal,
The United States of America,
Chris & Cosey,
Josef K,
The Sound,
Dual Sessions,
Buzzcocks,
The Walker Brothers,
Average White Band,
Metal Thangz,
Nik Kershaw,
Rakim,
Country Teasers,
Blossom Toes,
The Young Rascals,
the Association,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Skaos,
This Heat,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sixth Finger,
Gang Gang Dance,
James White and The Blacks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Qualms,
AZ,
KRS-One,
The Dave Clark Five,
Panda Bear,
Colin Newman,
Prince Buster,
Livin' Joy,
Sugar Minott,
Amon Düül,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tim Buckley,
Sound Behaviour,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Pop Group,
Bobby Sherman,
Bill Wells,
Swell Maps,
Brothers Johnson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Radiohead,
The Monochrome Set,
The Invisible,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Public Enemy,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.