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 the UAE and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Aaron Thompson to the disco 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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
One Last Wish,
Junior Murvin,
Dead Boys,
The Red Krayola,
The Evens,
Half Japanese,
Sister Nancy,
Donny Hathaway,
Marc Almond,
Kerri Chandler,
Jesper Dahlback,
Saccharine Trust,
The Cure,
Hardrive,
Rapeman,
The Skatalites,
Bizarre Inc.,
Hoover,
Country Teasers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marcia Griffiths,
cv313,
New York Dolls,
Bad Manners,
The Raincoats,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Simply Red,
T. Rex,
Howard Jones,
Joe Smooth,
Rod Modell,
Surgeon,
Delta 5,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Index,
The Moody Blues,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Maleditus Sound,
Lindisfarne,
Pagans,
The Cramps,
DNA,
Archie Shepp,
L. Decosne,
Hasil Adkins,
Sun Ra,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joy Division,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Agent Orange,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kayak,
Goldenarms,
Radiopuhelimet,
D'Angelo,
Absolute Body Control,
Main Source,
Pulsallama,
Jeff Lynne,
Kaleidoscope,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.