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 Samoa and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 spring reverb 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the techno 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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Mission of Burma,
Qualms,
Cal Tjader,
Second Layer,
Laurel Aitken,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marine Girls,
Subhumans,
Visage,
Soft Cell,
Girls At Our Best!,
Henry Cow,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Star Department,
UT,
Cecil Taylor,
Franke,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Names,
Joy Division,
Skriet,
Flipper,
The Real Kids,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
KRS-One,
The Invisible,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eddi Front,
Albert Ayler,
Clear Light,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Interpol,
The Buckinghams,
Dead Boys,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Normal,
Outsiders,
Average White Band,
Newcleus,
Aural Exciters,
Barrington Levy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Deadbeat,
Banda Bassotti,
Reagan Youth,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wire,
Intrusion,
Loose Ends,
Sex Pistols,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Barracudas,
Oneida,
Lyres,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The United States of America,
Swell Maps,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.