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 Canada and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ 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 Buzzcocks to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator 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 marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rakim,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The J.B.'s,
The Offenders,
Jerry's Kids,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jacob Miller,
Youth Brigade,
Rotary Connection,
Aural Exciters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fluxion,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Second Layer,
Matthew Halsall,
Judy Mowatt,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Fugs,
U.S. Maple,
The Gap Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
a-ha,
The Smoke,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ronnie Foster,
Mars,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kayak,
Idris Muhammad,
Siglo XX,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Monks,
Harmonia,
The Blues Magoos,
Crispy Ambulance,
Susan Cadogan,
Janne Schatter,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lee Hazlewood,
Donald Byrd,
The Mojo Men,
Aaron Thompson,
Kas Product,
Andrew Hill,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Golliwogs,
Brothers Johnson,
Morten Harket,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Last Poets,
The Gun Club,
the Human League,
Radio Birdman,
8 Eyed Spy,
John Coltrane,
Bluetip,
The New Christs,
Technova,
The Shadows of Knight,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gabor Szabo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.