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 South Sudan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba 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 organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Arcadia,
Gang of Four,
Rites of Spring,
Andrew Hill,
Barry Ungar,
Marc Almond,
Patti Smith,
The Slackers,
In Retrospect,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jeff Lynne,
Schoolly D,
The Dirtbombs,
Wally Richardson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Talk Talk,
Minny Pops,
Gang Starr,
Yusef Lateef,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jandek,
Jimmy McGriff,
Stiv Bators,
Hardrive,
Minutemen,
Kaleidoscope,
Rosa Yemen,
Tommy Roe,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nils Olav,
Ossler,
Heaven 17,
The Golliwogs,
The Knickerbockers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Maleditus Sound,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Raincoats,
The Fall,
Urselle,
The Zeros,
Dennis Brown,
Janne Schatter,
The Cure,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Gladiators,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Echospace,
Scott Walker,
Sparks,
Scion,
Buzzcocks,
The Leaves,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Sonics,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Todd Rundgren,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.