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 Korea North and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Barry Ungar to the crunk 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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord 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 chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Ice-T,
Barrington Levy,
Flash Fearless,
Babytalk,
Don Cherry,
The Vogues,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bob Dylan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scrapy,
Radiohead,
Crime,
Model 500,
Surgeon,
X-102,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lou Christie,
Goldenarms,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Silicon Teens,
Jacques Brel,
Liliput,
Clear Light,
Inner City,
Davy DMX,
Wolf Eyes,
The Motions,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cecil Taylor,
Negative Approach,
Masters at Work,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Gladiators,
Gang of Four,
Massinfluence,
Animal Collective,
Suburban Knight,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Technova,
Mission of Burma,
Blake Baxter,
Sister Nancy,
the Soft Cell,
Graham Central Station,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mars,
The Evens,
Iggy Pop,
Icehouse,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Boz Scaggs,
Quantec,
Boredoms,
Black Moon,
Wally Richardson,
Danielle Patucci,
John Holt,
Faust,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.