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 Mexico and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Hardrive to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall 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 a chamberlin and a synthesizer 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 güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Depeche Mode,
Glenn Branca,
Zero Boys,
DJ Style,
Eden Ahbez,
Harmonia,
Sarah Menescal,
Gichy Dan,
Amon Düül,
Aural Exciters,
The Golliwogs,
Lakeside,
Kurtis Blow,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cymande,
Arthur Verocai,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jeru the Damaja,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Slick Rick,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cybotron,
The Star Department,
The Walker Brothers,
Malaria!,
Q and Not U,
Neil Young,
Idris Muhammad,
The Mojo Men,
The Angels of Light,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Basic Channel,
Jeff Lynne,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sound Behaviour,
Bill Near,
Radio Birdman,
The Misunderstood,
Index,
New York Dolls,
Los Fastidios,
Franke,
Jacques Brel,
Intrusion,
Girls At Our Best!,
Organ,
The Slackers,
The Cramps,
Junior Murvin,
Infiniti,
Radiopuhelimet,
Faraquet,
Pussy Galore,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Con Funk Shun,
Von Mondo,
Bobby Womack,
The Stooges,
Moss Icon,
CMW,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.