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 Kosovo and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 808 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 Charles Mingus to the grime 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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a sitar 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Letta Mbulu,
The Leaves,
Eddi Front,
Amazonics,
Soulsonic Force,
Tommy Roe,
Joe Smooth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Stereo Dub,
The Star Department,
Marvin Gaye,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
DNA,
Smog,
Kevin Saunderson,
Popol Vuh,
Carl Craig,
Swans,
Piero Umiliani,
Tears for Fears,
8 Eyed Spy,
Procol Harum,
Aural Exciters,
Dark Day,
Blake Baxter,
Circle Jerks,
Echospace,
Tres Demented,
Ornette Coleman,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sex Pistols,
L. Decosne,
Aaron Thompson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Hoover,
The Monks,
Visage,
UT,
Josef K,
Tom Boy,
Ultravox,
Whodini,
Anakelly,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ten City,
Agitation Free,
Lakeside,
Mantronix,
Ituana,
Arab on Radar,
the Sonics,
Lindisfarne,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bobby Womack,
Black Pus,
Derrick Morgan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Archie Shepp,
Wally Richardson,
Youth Brigade,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.