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 Monaco and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Animal Collective to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ 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 spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Dirtbombs,
Model 500,
Sight & Sound,
Bluetip,
Malaria!,
Rites of Spring,
Vladislav Delay,
Rosa Yemen,
Surgeon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lightning Bolt,
Darondo,
Erasure,
Pulsallama,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Moleskins,
Drexciya,
Cal Tjader,
The Velvet Underground,
Neil Young,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
D'Angelo,
Fatback Band,
Maurizio,
The Residents,
Skaos,
Terry Callier,
The Seeds,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wire,
Black Flag,
Mars,
Outsiders,
Skriet,
Chrome,
Bush Tetras,
Dead Boys,
The Trojans,
Aloha Tigers,
Q65,
Lyres,
Hot Snakes,
John Cale,
Todd Terry,
Siglo XX,
Pole,
The Litter,
Heaven 17,
Kas Product,
Blancmange,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Index,
Fugazi,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Parry Music,
David McCallum,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Das Ding,
Harry Pussy,
Sällskapet,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.