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 Guyana and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum 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 Arab on Radar to the electroclash 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 Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a synthesizer and a marimba 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 linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
The Grass Roots,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Blake Baxter,
The Move,
Black Moon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Deakin,
The Offenders,
DJ Sneak,
Tim Buckley,
Marmalade,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
a-ha,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
James Chance & The Contortions,
10cc,
Minor Threat,
Laurel Aitken,
Scrapy,
The Skatalites,
Duran Duran,
Moss Icon,
Rufus Thomas,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Panda Bear,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marc Almond,
Public Image Ltd.,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Underground Resistance,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Alison Limerick,
Steve Hackett,
Derrick Morgan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sunsets and Hearts,
cv313,
Lakeside,
Morten Harket,
Lungfish,
Judy Mowatt,
Reagan Youth,
Nik Kershaw,
Inner City,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
This Heat,
Can,
Marine Girls,
Theoretical Girls,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tubeway Army,
Crooked Eye,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mission of Burma,
Eddi Front,
Second Layer,
X-Ray Spex,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mantronix,
The Smiths,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.