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 Lesotho and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin 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 The Doobie Brothers to the rock 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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Mr. Review,
Cheater Slicks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lindisfarne,
Flipper,
John Foxx,
PIL,
Frankie Knuckles,
Terry Callier,
Ultravox,
Gil Scott Heron,
Deakin,
Aural Exciters,
Mark Hollis,
Byron Stingily,
Y Pants,
The Doobie Brothers,
Graham Central Station,
The Flesh Eaters,
Black Pus,
DJ Sneak,
Funkadelic,
The Offenders,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fad Gadget,
Delon & Dalcan,
Supertramp,
K-Klass,
Pole,
Porter Ricks,
Faraquet,
Royal Trux,
Mo-Dettes,
Unwound,
MC5,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Freddie Wadling,
The Music Machine,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marine Girls,
Q and Not U,
Soul II Soul,
Man Eating Sloth,
Minny Pops,
Avey Tare,
China Crisis,
The Fire Engines,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fear,
Cameo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Sonics,
The Fuzztones,
The Grass Roots,
FM Einheit,
Neil Young,
Lungfish,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.