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 Papua New Guinea and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Jakarta.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bizarre Inc. to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer 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 clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Gabor Szabo,
Livin' Joy,
Nick Fraelich,
Pantytec,
Flipper,
Bobby Womack,
Warsaw,
Q and Not U,
Underground Resistance,
Can,
Stetsasonic,
Second Layer,
Alphaville,
The Mojo Men,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Swans,
Lebanon Hanover,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Maurizio,
Connie Case,
Juan Atkins,
Brass Construction,
Spandau Ballet,
Minutemen,
Robert Görl,
Bob Dylan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Neil Young,
Funky Four + One,
Moby Grape,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Donald Byrd,
Dawn Penn,
Deepchord,
Theoretical Girls,
Sonic Youth,
China Crisis,
Lakeside,
Crash Course in Science,
E-Dancer,
Ronnie Foster,
Rakim,
The Angels of Light,
Gang Starr,
Khruangbin,
Cybotron,
Gichy Dan,
Harry Pussy,
Zero Boys,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Dirtbombs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Iggy Pop,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pagans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
CMW,
Flamin' Groovies,
Hasil Adkins,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.